Por Mi Muse

Hark! the angel, she speaks of my follies
My chances along with my inconsistencies
Led me to a desert of desperation and hope
I reach my hand out and waited for someone to grab unto it
Dirt in my face, vision blur, I can't see where I'm going
HE pulled me up and told me "All will be okay
Trust in HIM and HE would lead the way.
HE will give me the words to say"
I got up, brush the dirt off my face
Repented and started my journey
Washed away my sorrows in the oceans of your eyes
I'm still on my journey and I have no idea when it will ever end
But I smile cause in my heart, you are my lover and my friend

29 Days: Day1

Missing

How many times do you wake up in the morning and say "I love my arm"? Probably never. Why? Because its always there and you figure that it is always going to be there. Until you meet the day, when you don't have an arm. Then you look back at all the things you could do when ya had it and you finally notice how much you loved that arm. And you might be able to get an artificial arm but it's not the same. You won't feel complete til you have that arm back! -Kris Dorsey