the canvas of life
December 1 2012
it is from the moment that you are born, a burning rush to explore sets into your every breath you cry..
it is from the moment that you are born, a burning rush to explore sets into your every breath you cry..
yes, in each one of you, the giant holds a place… but I ask.. ever walked a line that had a reflective cross point through…
I’d rather believe time is our creation than having time being our creator..
your day your day has just become your own treadmill of breaths from the moment you open your eyes in the morning, to the slope…