Choosing to trust, decided to take chances, like the phrase goes, what’s the worst that could happen,you only live once. Splendour, blooming… the early stages that are wished on to last forever and a day,if only forever was a thing.

A day by day, minute by minute… that’s our energy, to relish in what is there for the moment, or is it moving on swiftly to board the bus to forget- about -it-what’s -next.

Assume the scars left on that skin, the daily reminder of the cost for authenticity,blindly chasing those shattered pieces that gave the scars … oh sweet poison.