From the Publisher
Life is about choices that only you can make, editing your spice of life to space yourself out through living. As times grows on the capsule of memories, I feel it would be good ones once I had that thought, There´s no turning backwards on the flip side, I just pick them going into my second phase. It would be removable for me to go on and not be stuck on one thing. I began that journey. My time of phases blew slowly like lazy wind coming from anywhere. I´ve always wanted to be of importance during my walk through or do something important, but I knew there was a big step for acceptance, paying attention to the mouths that speak around me. I had to read the lips that sour the taste of judging words. I´ve studied that being an observant person and all, because everyone´s top lip differ from the bottom like uneven clay that can harden with negative words. Even families and relationships could show the same way. I´ve never been timid with anything, not even love, when I sit and write poetry, I think of these things that are simple, we make life hard. I never dramatized a situation; it was always how I would dwell on anything. My journey started when I first went through something, the phase of it is the beginning of that journey and it goes on and on. I´ve always written down everything, especially if I felt it was a strong thought, not that I would forget, but because I felt it would be useful later. While going through my journey there is never an ending because a journey is a lifetime.