Heaven ain't something someone else can give.. It's all inside of me

You see heaven isn't some place that we go to when we die. It's that split second in life where you actually feel alive, and until the end of time, we chase the memory of that, hoping the future holds something better than the past.

There's so much world to see, what's stopping you from flying free?

I'm a frightened little cat that learned to act like a lion

Agony is truth its our connection to the living I accept it as perfection and keep on existing in the now

Poets play with words to keep themselves sane

I write with my past, about the future, for the present