The World Is A Playground, And Death

Be Suspicious Of What You Want.

Maybe You Are Searching Among The Branches, For What Only Appears In The Roots.

If We Come To Sleep We Are His Drowsy Ones And If We Come To Wake We Are In His Hands If We Come To Weeping We Are His Cloud Full Of Raindrops And If We Come To Laughing We Are His Lightning In That Moment If We Come To Anger And Battle It Is The Reflection Of His Wrath And If We Come To Peace And Pardon It Is The Reflection Of His Love Who Are We In This Complicated World?

Seek Passion, Seek Passion, Seek Passion!

You Are Not Meant For Crawling, So Don't. You Have Wings. Learn To Use Them And Fly.