My favourite colour is black, but I can’t say that here, so I say blue. Blue like the sky, with a touch of white fluffy clouds. The kind of clouds you can mold into bunnies and dinosaurs

But not black like the crow.The Crow brings death....

I never knew him myself. I never met him, but I always wondered what that picture of me on my father‘s desk might have meant if he saw it. Did he see it? I don’t actually know myself, but I have to imagine he might have. I know that my dad invited him over, that there was a possibility he might have come to my house, but I was way too young… I think …I was too young for the things he was accused o...

Can you hear me or are you listening ?

These two things are often confused and rarely combined. Sometimes speaking only helps the person providing the words and not the person receiving them. Most times it hurts the person speaking and fall short on the person hearing, because they are not listening.

When you hear the birds, are you listening to their song?

Do you hear me?...