Let's breathe life back into the embryo.

'The Will Power to live as light as a White Feather falling in the middle of the night...'

My belief why we all stay alive is not because of 'God's Plan' but one's actual desire to live.
If there is nothing to live for Why are we still living? Thoughts are the center control for living, breathing, and waking up on a daily basis. (I'm not really sure why I'm still alive) Our thoughts trigger our heart beat, and determine if we are healthy or not. Face it, if you think it...(like magic) it will appear to be happening? Good thoughts breed good health. Why are we waking up? DesireDesireDesireDesireDesireDesire. I'm not saying we can all beat death b/c we can't it's inevitable but we can stay around as long as we want. People also play a big role in helping us live to see another day and so is 'LOVE'. My feelings are as follows...When all the love for us is completely gone or the love for others has vanished than our mind/body/spirit dies along side it all and then the heart beat comes to a halt.

FIN.

4/20

I can feel you hurting, your sufferings...

The excruciating pain that's held deep within your heart. It hurts my heart & stomach. Body and mind. It's hard to eat, hard to breathe and hard to sleep. This pain affects me periodically. We feel the same things. I know we have the same thoughts. Who really cares? Our pleads go unheard. We are unhealthy both mentally & physically. There is absolutely no one to turn to but our pens and notebooks. These are the closet things to our mind, body & soul, our redeemers. They help relieve some of the weight off our brains. Oh what a relief it is to rid some of these burdens we carry about.

Foot Prints.

Instead of taking a walk in my shoes I ask that you put my shoes on first and if you feel you can walk a mile by all means walk.

Take a walk in my shoes and record it. Tell me all about your experience. Were you able to sit in emotions? Did you feel the pain I felt? Were you able to feel the pain from another? Were you? Are u? Please tell me what it was like walking in my shoes. Was it a trip across the street? or Was it a trip thru a forest? A Maze? Tell me how do you feel? Did my shoes fit? Were they uncomfortable? Please tell me all about your experience...

Emotions sit deeper than the human eye is able to process. Silent Screams. Silent Somber. A lot of homo sapiens are afraid of revealing these emotions beneath their surface so their buried deep. Sunken like a treasure chest & X marks the spot. Awaiting the arrival of a person or person(s) to figure out the exact location of this treasure chest and dig it up. Even the most difficult treasure chest is capable of being found. The question is who is willing to invest time in looking for this hidden treasure? Or will the 'concern' be abandoned and an unsolved mystery for eternity?

Silent Somber.

Standing in a tub full of depression
Drowning in strife
Display of False Affection
Relishing in misery
Shit so complicated
This chemistry
Between me and the pen
We get so intimate
She's so fcking innocent
Little Debbie cake
or Debbie Downer
Whatever your name is..
Some call me strange and
Their quick to jump guns
But I got a bullet with their names
and it's Black...
The pain that I managed to sustain
Relinquished from the ink in the pen
Eye Candy for their Brains.

Nothin On You - B.o.B. feat. Bruno Mars

I really like this song & video.
I wish I was a Beautiful girl.