The gates open and blind mice begin running. They lurch forward only to discover they are teathered to their owner’s collars. Chew off their feet and eat through their neighbors, for a chance to play the Master’s game, this rat race we are all playing. They would burn their eyes for a glance of the same prize. […]
Swirling through time and multiple dimensions, this song reoccurs in all my life’s adventures.
Sometimes it’s better to persefail than to keep fighting for perseverance.
Honor the words that purport your purpose
A loving, but blunt guide to criticism and advice. Do your thing and don’t ever be ashamed!