All good things for you, the sky and the moon, as the night collapses upon the room, much to do, have some tea, some wine, a good time, never.

I came, I saw, and walked away.

God seems to be here also.

Novermber was the bloodiest month of the war.

I got updated.

Watch the light change again, revealing a smile so brilliant, can touch any heart, to mend, break and pass on through, till infinity is the moment my sadness evaporates, I go then, walking on the breeze, it is me, I'm a soldier, a lover, a saint, with an angel nearby, everyday is not any old time, I got the juice and the stairs I must climb, with vim and vigor nothing is better.

Going to do my thing.