Water drops...Are they tears?..Relax...everyone cries once in times....When the sun rises, rain will dry...When laughter fills, teras will disappear...

Create...Rebuild...Fullfill...the difference don't matter, they all come together at the end....

I've lived a life of unfinished things.

Pour, varlet, pour the water
The water steaming hot!
A spoonful for each man of us
Another for the pot!

Waste is Criminal.

Fury ignited behind my breastbone , a hot glow like coals blooming into something sharp and dangerous. It was the same old crap- someone thinking they can push you around because you're young, because you're helpless. You had to just sit there and take it because you were under a certain number , because you weren't a real person yet; you could be picked up and dropped like a toy, left behind or thrown away...