“we choose for our selves what's right or wrong... but when we make mistakes we blame someone else(parents)”

“sometime life is full of joy,and sometime life is full of pain and tears but we have to defeat it”

“who knows what will happen tomorrow or next”

“Life is climb but the view is great”

“The act of writing, it seems to me, makes up a shelter, allows space to what would otherwise be hidden, crossed out, mutilated. Sometimes writing can work toward a reparation, making a sheltering space for the mind. Yet it feeds off ruptures, tears in what might otherwise seem a seamless, oppressive fabric.”

“We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else to get close enough to tell us we’re wrong. Someone we trust.”

“My mind mends my motives and my notion navigates my natives,for we all are made of soil-our corrupted soil.”