There's a lot of problems that stem from a lack of understanding..
There, I said it.
Oh, but.. Are there really any problems at all ?
Designer Clothes?
Designed for What?
When all Hope of Life hath been extinguished. And friend & foe alike hath left abandoning thine Sol to The Darkness.
What shall One do, with what One hathn't got?
When all else fails... I am here.
The journey is shown in PIX under the category of Heal.TH.y.Self
This journey is not for The Faint of Heart.
Only the strongest may survive.
Commentary to follow along the lines & topic of The Medicine Walk.
This blog begins in The Seventeenth Year of The Exile of Cheeze Murda.
Many days & much Time hath been squandered, wandering the Wasteland of Ruin.
A Grave, A Body, A Ghost, A nobody.
What Happens to a dream Deferred ?
A Life Deterred ?
How am I to adjudge whether Fate is on track,
This moment in Time is simply where I am at.
The Transformation proceeds, forth.
....from the Grave.