In fear and trembling, destiny’s road perishes.
With courage, horizons come to light.
The ripple effect of anger is devastating, as the tide becomes larger, it reaches more and more people. For matters that harm, I cannot believe healing happens in waves, by mob rule.
Luckily no one can read the road signs in my mind. Or, perhaps you would love me, I am praying for peace.
Charlie has been entertaining me in this squalor. I want nothing of the games played but rather walk the path he takes.