So if one is grateful for the air…

So if one is grateful for the air that we breathe, how can the glass ever be half empty?



Almost forgot to find true love.

Thank God, broken towers provided a light.

Sadness lifted the veil and there He was…

She loves those children who love her smell.

She’d put them in her pocket one by one,

Take them home,

And keep their innocence under glass.

Time is ticking.

She has to save them.