in a woman's womb.
another chance.
to make the world better.

Without Warning:
Sometimes your traveling a highway, the only road you've ever known and wham! A semi comes from nowhere and rolls right over you. Sometimes you don't wake up. But if you happen to, you know things will never be the same. Sometimes that's not so bad. Sometimes lives intersect, no rhyme, no reason, except, perhaps, for a passing semi.

Girls get screwed.
Not that kind of screwed, what I mean is, they're always on the short end of things.

The way things work, how
guys feel great, but make girls feel
cheap for doing
exactly what
they beg for.

The way they get to play you,
all the while claiming they
love you and making you
believe it's
true.

The way it's okay to gift their heart one day, a backhand the next,
to move on to the apricot
when the peach blushes and bruises.

These things make me believe God's a man after all.

Our past may shape us, but it doesn't define who we become.

Have you ever
had so much to say
that your mouth closed up tight
struggling to harness
the nuclear force
coalescing within your words?

Have you ever
had so many thoughts
churning inside you that you didn’t
dare let them escape
in case they blew you wide open?

Have you ever
been so angry that you
couldn’t look in the mirror
for fear of finding the face of evil
glaring back at you?

Once

...Why
...lie?
...when
...truth is
...the easier path