We view peoples portraits painted with the shattered blood stained brushes of their defeats and pain and losses rather than taking time to view the artist.
| I used to think it was all about getting up. But now I realize it’s about going on, not stopping, not quitting even if you have to crawl on your knees. |
Don’t yell at me. Talk to me. Don’t criticize me. Praise me. Don’t hit me, Hug me. Don’t push me away, pull me towards you. The wants of a child.
| What we do today doesn’t really take seed for several weeks. We look for instant gratification aimlessly your laying foundations not foundering. |
| Being big don’t make you bad any more than being born in an oven makes you a biscuit. |