You are not who you are; You are not how you look; You are not what you think; You’re what you are fighting for.
This is like Mandela’s Conversations with Myself, except not as deep. I love the mysteries of the world and the new places I have not found, yet. I love my brothers who take blackmail photos of me while I sleep and then send them to me saying it’s sleeping beauty. Sometimes, I still check closetsContinue reading “Reflections Before Bedtime #1”