black or white, the ideology is often grey! lost or abandoned, chosen or forgotten, runner or drag-racer, the empty bucket, the data forms, the Pyreness of their love; the cry of an unbroken heart; the little laughter of an innocent one, perception abound, intelligence incorruptible gentility, a mistaken identity. the roaming panda, the separation that is youth. it's both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply. time makes more converts than reason; and the children suffer the wrathful inklings.
Happy birthday to me and a loud shoutout to all the kids out there trying to make sense of their lives.