The mornings begin to wave just like the oceans but rather than blue, the colors are darker than a black man. The sunsets turns to a full moon without direction but then here i am talking to the universe to take its creation. The hopes and dreams are all we have to guide us down this thorny path.

Love yours, Listen , Depression isnt a weakness, it’s an illness , A battle. This goes out to everyone fighting demons we don’t talk about , we hope for peace , for calm , for happiness, but sometimes all we see are the dark clouds. This is for the ones we’ve lost , may we all find peace.