to my strange and beautiful in life.

 

  It can be amazing, how one minute you're ahead, and the next you're just trying to pace yourself. These are the glorius cycles of the scales.

 Very few get total balance, but to those who do. it is complete fufillment. I finally have this so called balance. Balance is defined in all manners and forms. Just a matter of a personalised touch.

 

 

 

  ... simply monumental, like a baby learning how to walk.. the sounds, the silence all in tune to the movement that was once a pastime of the aged

   the mechanisms have started its chain. here onwards is the glimpse of the stable union..unity, surpassing the unknown and back on track.

 

  always remember, from the month of July

 

  back to the roots, with the rooted, the seed.

 

 plant it, water it, watch it grow truly mother's nature subconcious state taking full control

 

 and then we blink. to open to the familiar.

 

 

 

 

  One, can be truly convinced that at aspects of one's life, it is just a brim dark winding path, to some, acceptance has become the norm, while to others, a fighting spree to end the insanity it brings.

 

 Very few find purposes. but the lucky few purpose comes in its most darkest hours. Like a lighthouse guiding a boat in a storm, a simple purpose with a big cause.

 

 To the purposes that brings light, and to the purposes that defeats time..

 

 and then we blink, in a blink. our purpose..