Life Is Happening
The journey, oh the journey. It is happening, and it is me missing pieces on writing the book no longer. Lots may mean nothing, to many people, but few will stick to what it is that I understand. You understand. Honesty with yourself. No other. Rely, on no other. Speak, to no other. You, are no other. The streets may be warm, but sure can turn cold. Learning in those moments from the changing of heat to cold, you still are you, smiling and leaving a proper face.