listening to a tune played by a special bird, it has a specific sound; I’m not sure if I’m the only who heard too, I just know I want hear it everyday now.
I’m seeing the small things others may overlook; life will really throw things at you, that you won’t find in any book.
face value defines this moment; observations show that only faith gives me strength to even think of hoping.
I’m being as honest as I can, I truly hope its showing.
am I being repetitive because I express my main goal in different way? Or am I working it out to find a solution within this pain; I’m no longer approaching my affairs the same – my behavior is slowly becoming tamed.
I benefit from my “will” to be in control; I’ll rather be self taught, than to sell my soul… My journey is filled with many elements; beyond the naked eye, there’re blessings and accomplishments that only I can explain when it comes to its developments…