The glow of one warm thought is to me worth more than money.– Thomas Jefferson
Day and night the tears stream down my face, But no one ever sees the tears falling. By the time they do, It will be too late, No one will be able to save me. ———————— This is a poem I wrote a couple days ago.
Suicide is not chosen; it happens when pain exceeds resources for coping with...
I was watching The Lion King the other day and I noticed a particular converstaion about the past between Simba and Rafiki. I really love the concept of the conversation, so I thought I’d share it. Simba: I know what I have to do. But going back will mean facing my past. I’ve been running from it for so long. [Rafiki hits Simba on the head with his stick] Simba: Ow! Jeez, what...