It's usually the unsaid that flutters to the front while the rest of the world goes on doing what it always does. Often I regard its precious mystery and allow this to remain in the shadows. They are only thoughts. Thought is only everything, everything unsaid. Truth is usually unsaid. I guess it's time I open to the voice and allow the world a peek. This has led me here...I am alive. I have lived through adolescence and arrived here unscathed, albeit a bit brutalized. I am awakened to new understanding through the new eyes of my children and they are inspiration to me. I have been influenced more...
