Minds are like flowers. If you let it sit there without soaking anything up, it will dry up.

i am a free man— and i need my freedom. i need to be alone. i need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; i need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company.

The clock is the world timer that flies around it's numbers under minor pace

In the darkest hour go deeper in prayer, you shall see that God is your Light.

Written By Bongani Ndaba

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