I am just so done with temporary things in life
Temporary people
Temporary Emotions
Temporary Efforts
Just do not want anything anymore,
Selfish people who thinks about you right after done thinking about themselves,
Situational care,only done when it's so easy to do.
Sticking together when it's all good to be with.
Being understanding when they are in a good mood enough.
Saying we are not two people,"we are one" just for the sake of saying.

In such a selfish world.
There is only one person you can have completely is Yourself.
And I dnt want incomplete anything.

After a storm comes a rainbow they say
But the storm ripped the roof off my house
The storm drowned my entire family
The storm left me with nothing
And so now
The rainbow dosent mean that much

A secret buried
Blooms lies, and in time, they turn
Themselves, to secrets.

the summer’s great lizard hides
under a rock,

the summer sings of ending days, of
lonely horizons and crystal seas,

we smoulder in the sunshine
where the clouds flow in their

drifting streams, their ridges like
colossal ledges on the mountains

of the world.

I have poured out my tears, so I understand .
The hurting needs healed so very desperately.
That they have turn to the bottle or drugs here.
To take away the overwhelming pain they have.
I have been there myself in California to be exact.
When a woman that I cared about rejected me.
But still the Good Lord delivered me later from it.
He was trying to reach out to me through it all.
So yes I can feel your pain and am praying for you.
To be delivered of it and then healed of it too.

By heavens! The selfless one, she is gone.
Brave as a lion she fought for just cause;
If courage means fearless, then she is courageous;
If today’s cubs are tomorrow’s lions, then she births lions.

I have seen humanity’s darkest side: greed and ego;
But no such darkness in her whole being.
In my sojourn on earth, l knew peace and love;
’Cause your deeds toward men translate into self-sacrifice.

Before I could say Jack Robinson, it happened;
Yesterday she was here, today she is gone. The Nile
Flows into the sea, emptying itself there: nature rules;
So the selfless one has gone home to her maker.

Adonia, I can’t fathom why you always call the
Selfless ones home first; you called the last I know.