Sometimes Becoming Drug Free Has Less To

Scrape The Grey Sky Clean, Realize That Every Dark Cloud Is A Smokescreen Meant To Blind Us From The Truth

Maybe The Best We Can Hope For Is That Those We Leave Behind Find Comfort In Knowing, That We’re Born Out Of Love, And Not Science. That Biology Explains The How, But Love Explains The Why

I Make A Good Living Doing What I Do.

I Sit Before Flowers 
hoping They Will Train Me In The Art 
of Opening Up

We Grew Up Learning To Cheer On The Underdog Because We See Ourselves In Them.