A house is never small or empty, when filled with love.

She sheltered her colors in the dark, where others were blind to see; I caught a glimpse of her lastly when she gave me a chance, before disappearing into the day. There was beauty locked in her that unfolded like an umbrella's claw, her true self that desired compassion, trust, protection and the potential to soar. But I missed to late, that what I wasn't looking for, when she left her reasons in the rain.

With the world in a chaos of questions, family should be the answer.

These days, it's better to look poor and be safe, than look rich and be a victim.

The best way to stay safe is, let them think your insane.