In the end we have nothing except all we gave.

The Looking Glass- Wish it bares abides in us.It lies’ just yesterday my skin glowed in it’Today it pales like it never bloomed.

There is in everywhere, a mild tiny dark called shadow and severally it is usually hidden, denied, masked even cursed and ran from but sometimes it finds a way to gleam. That America is a...

Who knows if tonight our journey ends?Who knows if this be last lap?Who knows?Dwell on thoughts * Act!Pray!