Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside you. So all you can do is give in to it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.....

Life seems to push you in different directions, it's like an emotional roller coaster. One minute every things seems fine, then life throws you right back on for another rough ride. The cars jump on the railing, your hands grip the safty bar that holds you in. It's all so scary yet, it's going well at the same time. It's times like these that makes me wonder how people tick, what keeps them going. But it's the mystery that surrounds people that keeps everyone seconed guessing everything....

It's called L I F E it's only simple if you make it simple, it's only hard if you make it hard. Someone once said to me "I have the world at my finger tips, but the world seems too slippery to grasp onto." I think people have to be a little more open, and not be so blind. You have just to believe in in yourself.