Despair, once the loneliness is met!

Questions asked by us.

Some of the thoughts I was over whelmed with when mama was diagnosed with cancer.

Does love exist?

Love is…

What is love?

This poem is about the reflection I see. What is written in this poem such as "Blood stains my face" and "Tears mix with the cuts on my cheeks", I am not being truthful. This never happened. This is simply an imaginative poem.

Well, we have NO control so what can we do?

What is fake or real? What is good and bad? Come on, we’ve all got out thoughts on it.

When you find it, acknowledge it.