A shade of grey...

Streaming beautiful red glow

The clouds look beautiful under the setting sun’s rays

Surely there is a God

Sunday lunch filled with laughter,

The children run around the house enjoying the spring sun

Tomorrow might be rainy ... they say

Surely the Lord is good

“Sunday afternoon! Today of all days!” He screams

The children hide behind the house,

Pretending they don’t hear mommy’s sobs

Tomorrow might be sunny ...they say, this is just a passing storm

Surely there must be a God...

When did we stop believing?

Why did we give up all hope?

The darkness creeps in at night,

Yet joy comes in the morning he says

Surely He must be a God

But who am I to believe

When will I open my eyes...

The red ink embedded on the ground leaves marks on my fingertips

Still I don’t feel a thing

Is there a God?

Broken and wounded I stand tall,

Wounded... still she smiles...

The kids come around to play...

“Mommy will be okay...”

Yet, They keep asking...

“Why does she keep calling Your name?

Are You even there?”

They sell you the dream, they make want to believe... Love might exist...

what they don't tell you is what it means.... For women, its hide all the feelings you have and just take everything as it comes... for men, its do whatever you want, the world is your oyster, no one will care... Then again, this is just what I think...

Me? Insane...? Never!

"The nature of Process, to one degree or another, involves failure. You have at it. It doesn't work. You keep pushing. It gets better. But it's not good. It gets worse. You go at it again. Then you desperately stab at it, believing "this isn't going to work." And it does!" - Saul Bass

We grow up believing we are going to be the best version the world has ever seen. Set up standards  have beliefs, morals... a make-believe world we think would be feasible...until it all comes crumbling down.

It's a Sunday night, I'm screaming... I'm angry...

"HOW COULD YOU!!! I THOUGHT WE WERE DIFFERENT!!!" 

And at the back of my head I keep thinking, 'How did I get here?'

The answer is so simple, yet so painful... A woman scorned. The words every Television program, newspaper article, twitter post and I'm guessing Facebook too, has been throwing around. How does a person get there...funny enough, a man is always involved... the unfairly treated woman, and the scorned woman... the ugly triangle circulating daily that it has become the "norm".

What ever happened to forever, what happened to the olden days of eternity... A promise... Trust... When women obeyed and men loved and people respected. What has become of humanity, principles.. just being REAL. I for one have created an ultimate universe. One filled with honesty, and a little grey lie here and there. My excuse is, "we are human... that's what we do...we lie..."

Internally, I still refuse to fall for the lying trap - I imagine a truthful world...A place where everyone is free to be who they are. A place where one loves freely and is loved. A place I would want to live in... Then again, this just sounds like some wanna-be liberation speech... But at the end of the day, I am who I am and this is me... So I'll keep dreaming about my ultimate universe and hope for a truthful world where everything not only works, but works for the better!