I was a child who went about in a world of colors... My friends, my companions, became women slowly; I became old in instants.
They'll say you are bador perhaps you are mador at least you should stay undercover.Your mind must be bareif you would dareto think you can love more than one lover.
You haunt my days and dreams.
Grow your courage by remembering each day is a gift.
I consider my mom and all my sisters my friends.
Tomorrow, smile at a perfect stranger and mean it.
I met a boy whose eyes showed me that the past, present and future were all the same thing.
Its really hard to recall the day you became friends with special people.
Your personal truth is your gift to the world.
Don't hang out with people who are:UngratefulUnhelpfulUnrulyUnkindlyUnlovingUnambitiousUnmotivatedor make you feel...Uncomfortable
After you hear and listen. First must come desire. Second must come willingness.Third should come understanding.Fourth should come progression and with progression will come more understanding.