Nourish the body, nourish the soul. Punish the body, punish the soul.

We all have a voice. Some a whisper, some a roar. If you can roar, roar for others. If you can only whisper, keep trying. Every roar started small.

Feed your soul; books, places, people, anything. That helps it grow.

You may be a poet and not even know it.

You can, you will. You did.

Inspire before you expire.