“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.” ~Henri Nouwen

School shopping is the best.. as a kid I would rather be in a store filled with school supplies than a candy store…. And now… I look ridiculous but I go crazy at office depot hahaha

Rose colored glasses blind her eyes.
Everything around her is glorified.
All that she felt was pen to paper,
simple enough without any danger.

Daddy watched her grow but kept her caged.
Standards set high then grew her rage.
Time was of matter ticking like a bomb
but this was the nature, nothing was wrong.

Pen to paper she screamed and cried
then shiny cold metal drew her eyes.
inch by inch she left her mark,
within her moment a fire flared from a spark.

Deep in the pits from all that you know,
her love for herself burst and glowed.
My name is Me and I have found Myself,
I will tell my story and put books to shelf.

Pen to paper day after day
morning night fog or rain
tears and joy fill my page
Open doors welcome in. 

On the regular my life goes ZOOM
Disarray covers floors from room to room
Pick it up and keep my groove
keep the pace, it’s va va voom

Thoughts that just filled me head to get this stupid beat out.. hahahah 

Life is better with socks!