“ Sadness is a bruise on the skin of memory. ”
Your transformation will begin the moment you stop worrying for someone rise to rescue you.
~ John Mark Green
We're all in the human race. The question is, are you running toward your dreams or just away from your fears?
She was a tragic beauty. Sadness had left its fingerprints all over her face.
Rusted FlowersFrom her heart’stear-salted soil,rusted flowers grew.A serrated beauty;wounding all those who bent near.
