Each person, at night, must confront themselves in the mirror each and every time they rip off their face. My face…shit , you’d have to peal off each and every single layer like sticky notes. What I got to say probably would fit on a sticky note. A simple proverb: VAYA CON DIOS!

(An explanation point proves it wasn’t all too bad!)

Writing is the reflection.

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The Warmth of Being Known

The Warmth of Being Know

Is far hotter than all the stars combined

The Warmth of Being Known

Is far brighter than any star could shine

The Warmth of being Know

Will outlive the stars even after they die

The Warmth of being Known

Will dry my tears when I cry

The Warmth of being Known

Will hug the biggest of whales to the smallest of flies

The Warmth of being Known

Will be my beacon for when it’s time to tell the world goodbye

God is the One who knows me

And will be my light, for all Time!

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(This isn’t a cry for help by the way. If I couldn’t do this, I would have walked away a long time ago. Guess I’m not done being a tortured artist just yet. Hell, it makes me a better writer.)

-Sunshine

P.S I love you all, again, by the way!