At 60 Why do I need a job? Why do I need a home? Why do I need a car? Seriously, i need job, a home and a car! These things were taken from me by others benefiting from my intelligence. I’ve never been a prostitute, so they decided to enslave my mind and steal my thoughts and make everyone blind. They couldn’t steal my identity So they stole my face Borrowed my story Swatted theirs upon mine

All Will Be Well: Recognizing When Your Mind Isn't Fully Your Own "All Will Be Well" - these four words have carried me through the darkest valleys and the most confusing moments of my journey. But what happens when the confusion isn't coming from life's natural challenges? What happens when something else is gently influencing the very thoughts and feelings you believe are authentically yours?

A little bit about this picture, 2015 It’s the Red Dress on the Red Road, HI It’s also a hurricane brewing in the back What’s in my...