It doesn’t matter, he’ll never get the point…

Inhaling the breath of God allows me to recharge my creative flow.

Healing.

A realisation; a prayer.

It hurts me to see others suffer.

In the eyes of someone who feels that there is no hope left.

From unstable stability to stable instability.

No more to shadows retreating…

I walked quickly through the halls to the elevator ahead. The shiny white floor beneath me meant that Ronda had already cleaned this floor. I hit 2 in the elevator and it jerked upward. The doors opened and there stood Ronda. My heart dropped and I prepared to hear her incessant speech.

Rachel stormed into her bedroom and slammed the door. She could feel the blood rushing to her face. The tears building up in her tear ducts.