There are times when I question myself as to why in a shitty hell, do I exercise? It is painful and time consuming. When such thoughts hit my mind, I take a quick look in a mirror directly. Favorably, resulting image is pleasing and admirable; I am like: oh yeah, keep pumping in and out dude.The ultimate aim of exercising is to make one happy, through gained gains. Once that is achieved, all is well and fine, in a world of a fitness junkie. Resulting adrenaline rush is not meant for evil, but a drug fix for boosting morale. And nothing clears a mind, like exercising.
Immerse your Spirit in a world of darkened narrative poetry, blended with insightful and twisted humor. An hourglass is tilted; but, but, death is nothing, compared to possessing of a hunted soul and spirit.
How has the human race turned out to appreciate violence more than passion and affection?As I type this out, when it lands in a community I was born and raised, caution signaling bells and lights shall be activated. Elders of my community will hold an emergency meeting, and a series of severe punishments discussed for I. "How dare he go against norms deemed to instill discipline in hearts of many?" In my defense, I didn't know I would be held responsible. Change scares many, but how will you discover something better, unless you try it out?
Appreciate a rare genre: Twenty-four poetic short stories, embedded with sparks of life drama and humor, based on a true life story. Extreme imagery is used, in some of the stories, to entice further thinking, enabling one to tap deeper, into their inner most subconscious. Better capture underlying life insights...
Embrace yourself with a rare genre: Poetic Short Stories. Twenty-four poetic short stories, embedded with sparks of life drama and humor. Think through a box, rather than its outside, understanding life fully; with both an inside, and outside perspective. Why restrict your subconscious?
