Faith is not a trip.
Faith’s a destination.
Faith is found in Him.
Faith’s a fixed foundation.
Faith’s not on its way.
Faith’s not yet to come. 9 more words
I have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote this at 12, but I apparently had an imagination:
I am dead but not really… 114 more words
A Muslim Latina
Do you truly know yourself
When you see your face in the mirror
Are you happy and proud on what you see
Do you truly know yourself… 89 more words
I dreamt, I dwelt amongst
roses and their thorns.
Deep within a thorny shrub,
watered, and carefully grown.
I settled on top a rosy bed, 43 more words
Lurking through my photos, trying to put together pieces of my life since you’ve been gone. You wonder what I have been up to , how I feel, 204 more words
Riches where, Music, even to make spirits, souls;
To see descriptions of minds, love them.
Something more life appreciated by rosy