Change must come before it’s too late, the nature destroyed forever we shall not find.

I don’t feel any shame I won’t apologize if there ain’t nowhere you can go running away from pain when you’ve been victimized tales from another broken home.

She smashes her knuckles into winterAs autumn’s wind fades into blackShe is the saint of all the sinners,the one whose fallen through the cracks…(iViva la Gloria!)

If every individual should plant a tree in their life time, the world will be full of trees.