As one grows through life our world changes. The people you once knew disappear, until sometimes you feel you're screaming into a dark, empty abyss where no one can hear you. Or our cultures keep us silent shaming us to keep us quiet about things they consider taboo. But the truth is, you are never alone. Always there is someone who will listen. I've found new friends and I find my venue in written words. This is how I see the world around me.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Words are like dabs from a paintbrush, Used wisely they make art, used poorly they make a mess.
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