| Call me Butter, cause I’m on a roll. |
| The eyes of a child see through the hurt of a word and the sting of an angry hand. But the heart of child once broken start to affect their sight. |
The reason we have two shoulders is merely to carry our burdens. Some are bigger than others but they all can carry a heavy load
You are truly making a difference when you stop trying to make your presence known and let your absence be noticed instead.
The obvious it only the hidden that we choose to expose to others in doing so we allow them to think they see what we are when they truly can’t see us.
