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Oh so you think you are better than her, him, and them because you think your shit don't stink. I am here to tell you it does. You ain't no saint. There were never any saint. This world is full of sin. Open your eyes. Ain't no saint in this world. We're all sinners. All full of shit. Your shit stink just like everybody else's. Sorry. Not Sorry.

A little pinch. A little stab. A sudden stop. And again, and again, and again, and again... Her heart beats. Here lies she who rose again. And she loves once more, Because love is all she got in this godforsaken world. For she will continue to love Just as long as her heart beats.

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Somewhere along the way I dropped something. I can't remember what it is. I don't even remember the exact time. But for sure I dropped something. I wish I were told when I did. But who else can I blame but myself. In a world full with pretense that everything is okay, being the the bleeding pen doesn't hurt as bad. Spilling ink as if there was an unlimited source of ink. Spilling like there is no tomorrow. The color looks so beautiful as the sunlight hits the ink. It feels good to feel something other than pure bliss and the occasional frustration. It feels like I am alive. I have fallen off cloud nine only to be met by broken glass. I didn't see it coming. It hurts a little, maybe a lot.  It felt like a sting. No, more like the reaper somehow took a piece of my heart. I whisper to myself, I will be okay. I have to be, because a broken heart could be my demise.

I have had to babysit many kids for many years and what I realize is that each child is of course different. The most recent child is a 2 years old boy. He is so adorable but so are every other kid, right. He loves to play but he is an only child. So sometimes I take the time out to play with him. It gets so tiring and that's how I know I am getting old. He was sick today and all of the sudden I was so sad. I didn't know what to do. He just had a cold, so why was I so sad? I started to think about myself and if I were to have a child. How would I feel if my child were sick? They are so cute when they're happy. Keeping them happy is such a big priority. A child is huge responsibility. I start to think about all those kids who feel unloved by their parents. Why is it possible for a parent not to love their own child? What brings them so far from love?

As the saying goes, luck is when preparation meets opportunity. Let's analyze. Preparation can be described as training or development. Are you training? Are you building yourself? For some reason it seems to be hard for people to grasp the fact that they have to work hard to get what they want in life. While you go out partying with "Susie"every night, Susie is getting home late after partying to study and work hard. She will go to bed at 4 a.m. working hard while you will go to bed at 4 a.m. because you are up watching Netflix. Don't let Susie hinder you from your success because Susie will never tell you that she has to work hard to get what she wants. Susie herself doesn't believe she is working hard enough. Susie thinks her success is luck but if you knew it all you would understand that Susie's success is based solely on hard-work. "If  a man will not work, he shall not eat."

Go to college they said. It will bring you success in life. Go to college they said. It will be your stepping stone. Go to college he say, she say, they say, we all say... life will get better. What they don't tell you is that we live in a different day and age.  Shit happens you know. One day the sun is looking down at you and the next you are looking for your flashlight.  No guide. No help. No leader. Just cruising on.  Who ever said life would be so easy definitely lied.  Is it too late to look for your passion.  What am I passionate about? To be honest I am not passionate about anything except for having my own happy family. You know what I want in life? To be happy, okay. Now is that so wrong. Everyone I know wants to be a doctor or a nurse.  But what if I want a life full with possibilities and room to move around.  She whispers in my ear.  A familiar sound you know. I have heard it once before. A sound of peace...

It seems that one day it came. Then one day it left. It seems that one day it was. Then one day it wasn't. I would love to pretend. But I feel. I felt. It seems that I was on cloud 9. It seems that life was good. There was no way for it to go sour. It went sour alright. Still hoping for skittles and Hershey's. Still hoping for a pot of gold. Hair filled with glitter. Red kitty heels. Follow the yellow brick road they say. Unto the yellow brick road I go. Step by step I go. They say one day, if I do it right, I will reach the end of the rainbow. I don't see a rainbow. Have faith they say. So I follow blindly. Life is good when you have faith. On to the yellow brick road I go. Left, right, left, right, left, right, ...

She doesn't have time on her side. She thought she did. She knows she is on her own for no one can help a lost soul. One more strike and she is out. You can't feel any pity for her for she is unworthy. Unworthy of love. Unworthy of beauty. Unworthy of friendship. A kind soul once she was. Someone everyone desired to be. She has been drowning lately. Drowning deep beneath her shut eyelids. She can do nothing but dream now. For that is all she has. Her own subconscious. From time to time she calls out to her guardian, she wishes there was a god somewhere in this vast universe. She is lost soul. She might need saving but she is on her own and she knows that. For this last time she breathes. She accepts her fate. She is a lost soul. So broken that she cannot be repaired. She wishes there was god. For if there was a God, she would be saved. She falters again. Not surprising. She has been falling for a while now.  "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceasele...

Knowledge is a powerful thing. The more I learn, the less I believe. I remember one line from my elementary school's national anthem, "Where learning is the key...The key to set us free". An impulsive human is an easy attack. "Lay a trap with bait and wait." Getting upset over everything that happens in the media is a problem. They know that you are weak so they will keep setting traps. Your inner dreams and desires make you weak and predictable. You cannot be afraid to lead. Be your own leader. We can't all follow the monkey. As the saying goes monkey see, monkey do. But we can't keep being monkeys. What if your leader is wrong? Research it. Don't just follow blindly. Find a logical reason as to why you believe what someone told you is true. Find the facts behind the information. Was it a true statement? Sometimes people have their own version of the truth and just because everyone believes it does not mean it is true. Your version of the truth doe...

You know what? Businesses are in the business of making money. At the end of the day you have to think to yourself I am supporting this brand at my own discretion. You never know what you are signing up for. They made a marketing faux pas. They are wrong. But I doubt they care about the consumers as much as we would like to think they do. If they could they would sell us air in a bottle. What can we do about it? Not much. Just silently stop buying their products if you want but they will continue to make money regardless of if the business failed. They are already millionaires. It's a hard pill to swallow. I know. But take it how it is. I am upset for those customers who invested more than $100 every 3 months on their products for years. I understand why we are upset. And we should be. But again that is showing weakness. You become an easy prey. Don't let these companies eat all your dollars and feel pride for stepping on you. Just silently move on. Although I must admit talk...

One day brother pig looked at sister pig and said, "You look mighty ugly". So sister pig ran off and started to cry. Brother pig felt good. He felt big and bad. He made it a habit. All the little sister pigs felt so sad and so ashamed. Some of them made fun of each other to ease the pain. But nonetheless when they went home and looked in the mirror they saw pig. For a pig is but a pig. One little sister pig who had some black spots on her pink skin started making fun of all the other sister pigs who had brown spots. She laughed and joked all day long. She thought brown and pink are so ugly together. And when she looked in the mirror all she saw was a pink little piggy who had the glossiest black spots around town.  One day a tall and shiny donkey came rolling around town with his new family. All the sister pigs and brother pigs had never seen a donkey in real life before. Such a dream. The very first time. The mean little brother pig could not contain himself. He ran as ...

So subtle. I hear you breathing. My heart beats a little faster. I can't bear the thought. The thought of losing something so dear. Something that I have been grooming for decades. The time. The number of hours, days, months, and years. I can't fathom that I would lose myself in you like this. But love you at the risk of losing myself I cannot do. 

My shoulders are heavy. Heavy with an intangible weight. When you are feeling weight down, take a breather and assess your life. Is there anyone that shouldn't be a part of it? Is there something that you are doing that you don't like? Is there anything that you can change? Maybe you need that 9-5 job but is there something that you could be doing at 6pm to improve your life? Maybe you could finally pick up those ingredients and create your own soap. Maybe that bar of soap could be your way out of a life of sadness and tears. There are many doors. But you can't just sit there and expect people to show you the way. The internet is available to you. Google whatever you would like to know. Remember the saying knowledge is the key to success. Do something productive. Don't just sit around moping because time waits for no one. Not even you.

One thing's for sure he wanted her as much as he wanted to breathe. She is beauty in its wholeness. She embodies everything beautiful. As if she was made just for him. She was perfect, at least perfect in his eyes. Her soul was wondrously made. He knew within the first moments of speaking to her, she was the one that he would want to spend the rest of his life with. He wanted to care for and love her as much as he loved himself or possibly more.

Before we begin, I have a special mention: the song American Honey by Lady Antebellum. The song in itself is so pure. If you've never heard it before after watching this movie you will surely want to play it over and over again. That is all. In the movie the director deprives the viewers of all personal thoughts. You don't know what is true and what isn't. It may be quite frustrating. Especially for someone like me who enjoys knowing the true emotions of characters. You are forced to rely on just what each person says out loud. It is much like real life. Either you believe it when your mom says she has no money or you don't. Have I grown reliant of the godly powers that directors give to the viewers in order to provide more information and depth to the stories being told? A simple pair of "binoculars" can't seem to do the trick. However. the director does not leave us hanging completely he provides various songs as fillers I'd say, whether you'd...