The weather changes all the time, and so does humanity.

Something that has always been a struggle in my life is the fact that I never really had a place to call home. When people asked me "where is home for you" I would always say, "my grandmothers house"

So when I was visiting her today I started to scribble down some thoughts in my head, and this is what I came up with @ the dinner table.

Saw somebody being a racist dick today and I got angry so this is what I came up with.

Just writing <3.

I want to share happyness with the world. the kind that makes you cry and smile at the same time.

Another short poem, inspired by a friend.

On the road of life, some just have a dead end.

**October 14, 2010**

Poetry.

It’s a poem about life and who I am.