Hideous battle, in it's worst form.

      Throughout history we've witnessed and heard of how rage and anger can be transformed into wars, blood, pain, loss and destruction.. Millions of lives were lost, kids orphaned, homes turned into remains of bricks, sand and broken memories.

Dictators, guns, bombs are all weapons, methods to let that frustration within them let go..


But history never told us what was the world's greatest battles, maybe words were never fit enough to explain how their victims felt, maybe it was due to the fact that we humans never understand what we never feel, maybe it was due to the fact that the only witness to the hideous crime was the victim himself, maybe he was so in pain he never quite had the energy to try and explain it…


Inner-Battles, They are the worst kind.


Not knowing which side you belong to, it's constant, never ending it's painful and it's unpredictable..
One day you know exactly how this world works and exactly what you need and in a second a tornado hits picking up every thing it touches or it's resulting wind and energy radiates, kills everything, mutates what once was familiar and suddenly you no longer understand where it came from? how it happened? or when? it's quick, it's delusional and it had the ability to tear open the gaps that you've tried filling in.



You beg it to settle but it feeds of of your vulnerability. It knows it's winning and it knows you're helpless. So the world's greatest wars aren't written in history. They're buried with their victims, with no one to tell the tale...Forever lost. Forever hidden.

Edge of Desire

      What's marvelous about life is how a second could change your state, your thinking, your attitude and most importantly you..

 We all spend our lives in search of something, we might know what it is and we might not. The search is endless it's constant and never ending it drains us from within every speck every drop of energy left in our reservoir from a fuel that cannot be regenerated or pumped back, except by being near to God somehow finding the right path, the path that's closest to him feels great! Almost over-whelming for our fragile bodies and souls to bear.

I want to spend the time I have left doing something great, I miss being passionate somehow our dreams size-down as we grow older, they're not as magical as they used to be when we were kids.
As a kid I felt that I'd change the world, I knew I'd be something great, that my soul would heal every broken vessel and fill every empty stomach and satisfy every pure intention out there. Earth was my backyard and I lived in a galaxy bigger than ours.


Looking back I'm saddened to say that I need to keep reminding myself that there is hope, that good exists and that even where I live I still can do something even if it's small it is a change a beautiful change, we are all misunderstood I wanna die doing something that I believe in I'm no longer waiting.
I decided to take a step back, observe, prioritize and ACHIEVE greatness again!!