I wish I were a bird. I’d fly all the way up to the clouds and look down on this place, and then I’d go far away and never come back.
By the time she awoke she couldn’t even remember if she had a dream or a nightmare. There had only been a deathlike peace.
Feel da power swallow you whole. Let go an’ lose yo’self in it.
We are trained fighting machines. Peace is not an option for us. We’re jarheads. What the hell do we know about peace?
The mind is like an empty canvas and we are all artists, who spend our entire lives creating our own unique masterpieces.
I make NO apologies for my creativity.