It doesn’t matter. I am a bug, And it doesn’t matter. I am a word That nothing flatters. No one cares for me, Yet, I care for them. I am trapped in a… Continue reading
Time is a garden, bigger than we know… To pick all the weeds, I’m gonna need all my Hoes!
Rocking the book, and burning old ideals, Over-standing values, in reference, to heal.
Mind over matter, matters to The Mind–