Looking for peace,justice and understanding. Some photos from my Garden. Dear readers,i am very shocked that my land is burning,blood is flowing like rivers,my lamps are being extinguished,the beauty of my face is being snatched.

There is little drama in my life and nothing but drama in my head. There was some noise, Some inner pleads, Some lasting impressions, Some skipped heart beats. There was some noise, Not far away from where I thought, Just many little battles dear heart, You thought you fought, And you thought you lost.

All on my yellow beanbag. I found my drug,. Right after that plunging knife. Dug deep into my gut. Once then twice then another round. Till there were streaming tears with a watery smile. The kind of pain that cripples you. The kind of love that kills you. The Art of Letting Go. Can she handle a day on campus without drinking vodka? Will she .

Pursed lips and purple wounds, with their mouths, wide open,. Lingering in pursuit of a heart, a passion swathed,. Boiling underneath, a touch so clandestine, it made flames, shiver and unfurl,. Selfish we all were,.

Remember I am 6 year old You and the world is still under my control.