When children are asleep you have to speak in a low voice. When you are angry you have to moderate your voice. When you speak you have to know who you are speaking to.

Vibrations attract like vibrations.

A dream… of a certain type, wet and wild, dangerous, and growing but I’m still here all alone as always. I wish there was a night in which, me and some girl could make the bed springs sing but there never is. “Feel The Vibration” but the dead don’t move…

Greatness seems to be something that can only be bestowed upon us by the world the way things appear to work, but what if that isn’t true?

The paradox of choice in the world and the options therein.

A poem that in no uncertain terms, breaks down our current state of being to humanity.

Of Vibrations. When we speak a word a certain vibration is generated and this vibration is picked up by the brains neurons and we are able to hear.

The dream of freedom and independence through Japanese victories vanished into thin air. The people’s so-called independent government was nothing more than mere political puppetry.

We must protect our heart from the pain that can be inflicted by others. Sometimes we must draw our feelings back in order to look outside the situation and see things more clearer.

Telling someone how deeply you feel about them, not knowing if they feel the same, but hoping with everything that they do.