Sometimes the only way out, is through.
I've been up down around and through!
But I'm still here. Still can be caring, loving, solid and true.
Sometimes surviving is the Victory.
Surviving with a heart still entact, a blessing.
I've dedicated most of my life, to relieving the pain of others. I have lived a varied life. Interesting, but grossly imperfect.
A thought to ponder: Since God can do anything, could he roll a joint, sooooo tight, that even He couldn't smoke it? hehehe
Sometimes I wonder whether the world is being run by smart people, who are putting us on, or by imbeciles, who really mean it.