Whose fault is it all? Is it time? Is it genes? Is it fear? Is it all? Is it none? Whatever it is, it's fast. It's gone. It's no longer...

Wait. She said Good morning. And she made me ponder. I wondered. Does she really care to say that? Why to me? Does she like me? Could she...

If we allowed the fairytale to unfold, then it would be Argentina that takes home the pride of being crowned the champions of the world....

It's so stressful. It's a billion broken pieces waiting. But not all will fit the flesh. The weight of the pain revealed itself. Without...

this is hard. yes. This is life. But She's carrying you. The Soul is Hers and She's leading you. your Soul is All. the Soul is All. the...