You tore my world apart.

Tis sad but true.

Symbolism of freedom’s promise laid to rest by the actions of evil leaders. RIP Liberty!

My wife scream
and threw both the cat
outward.

A poem.

I love tattoos…
a/n: I think tattoos are the equivalent of poems or any other form of art. It’s a way of expressing yourself… it’s like literally wearing your heart on your sleeve.

Things happen in everyone’s life causing unwanted baggage and the baggage has to be gone through and thrown out to be worthy of someone else.

We must be a witness while we can, because those going to Hell are without Hope, unless we go out and try to reach them.

Just writing.

For when things seem bad.