What are we to become of in life? Life is so delicate,so unprotected. I can smell the salt in the
air, that musky feeling as i heard the news about my friend being killed by a hit and run truck. The wind impaling its breath apone me. I couldn't breathe what kind of world did we made. We thought we made a perfect world but its not what we made it to be. A dangerous unhealthy earth. Every breath i take is like a toxin overridden my body. My antidote, knowing that the earth is just the beginning, and to know my heart, one day I will be at peace when i hopefully see her smiling at me. You may never be at peace, but maybe you will. It all depends on the Lord our Christ.