Life is a beautiful mess.
yes a mess can be beautiful,
like making cookies, flour on the tip of your daughter nose.
I try to look on the not messy sides of things first.
because i know,
i will eventrally get to the strings attached to them, i just need time to breathe.
happiness dint come easy.
i had to fight like war,
but the more i fought the stronger life saw me.
I was put on this earth to show my power,
not with my power of fists,
but with my power of love.
I will be happy.