Usually, I am lost in my mind because of uncertainties from not knowing what the next nanosecond will hold. However, I do what I do best. I keep it moving, hoping and wishing for better days.

I found myself standing still, waiting for the last grain of sand in the hourglass to make its final landing. I wouldn’t think a grain of sand could change my life, but it did because my time ran out for that particular season.

They failed to realize my life was bitter, cutthroat, and fucking sour. I have never been spared grace or mercy. I knew my life purpose was for me to be in pain every second of my life.

I think kindness is a beautiful thing.

I can’t help but think that I’ve been chasing happiness all my life, but it keeps running away from me.

My life has been full of curves. For once, I want to walk in a straight line; that way, at least I know what is ahead of me. The curves have played with my mind to the point I believe there is no such thing as a two-way street. My life has always consisted of a one-way street. I call it the road less traveled.

It is always raining in my life, and the yellow dandelion is the sun.

The bed of dandelions is a wonderland. They are all different colors and filled with so much magic. The fluffy heads looked like magic—tiny miracles that would work effortlessly to make your wish come true.

Every single day is a game of tug-of-war; I have to fight, push, and pull for something. Every single day it is double or nothing. I pulled and pulled and pulled and saved my soul from being rotten. I dug my hands and feet in the sand—the moon controlled the tides. The moon is watching over me. The moon is my protector. I was protected because I am here. I guess I should be grateful. I am breaking. When will enough be enough?