Three inches of an ocean

They say: Keep away, please, I beg of you. I ask not to share my inner depths. 


Je traiterai avec moi-meme de façon appropriee.


"A terrible day. We say it all the time; a fight with a boss,the stomach flu,  traffic. That's what we describe as terrible, when nothing terrible is happening
It all seems quaint now, doesn't it? The flood in the kitchen, the poison oak, the fight that leaves you shaken with rage.
Would it of helped if we could see what else was coming? Would we have known that those would be the best moments of our lives?"

A class act ends alone. And I'm sealing every edge, every single day. And it all on me. 

Durand's Song

Its strange, when you ask someone "How are you?" and they respond, "I'm well." What has been written on ones soul, you'll never now.

Everyone has a story. With 7 billion souls roaming this planet, one can only imagine what our neighbors, brothers, and sister go though. Within this diluted society of love and hate, lies and yesterdays thoughts...we continue to grow, continue to thrive.



The first poem "Remix to a lullabi" was read by: Durand Bernarr http://www.youtube.com/Alcoholharmony
The second poem "Durand's Song" was read by: Akeem Rollins

"You are not defined by your past, yet how you proceed."

I proceed to thrive, no matter if I know why I'm here or not.