The cry of longing.

They said, every man’s memory is his private literature.

It’s all relative.

I’ve come too far to just let you go…

We have sad days
And we have good days
But each day im with you is a special day.

Poem For My Grandama That passed away.

Happy New Year for all
I wrote this on new years eve obviously
And here to share of my happy life and love life.

The moon stays for the night and the sun stays for the day I just wish I was with you all day.

For all of us who have lost someone this year.

Each day ill be remembering you and never forget you.