Allow me to flaunt my beautiful friend.

Different strokes for different folks they say
We all have what we look up to God for and prayed
We have had people walk into our lives and stayed
We have had people walk out too as we got played
It hurts differently depending on the time and place
We hurt differently and how we handle hurt differs
I am not a fan of those who expect people to hurt certain ways
Feelings are different with situations surrounding it
It's all about the time and place and the "who" perpetuated it
We have the best of humans and the worst of us too
We go side by side depending on the side of us we allow to win
We all have our good moments as well as our bad ones
But the best flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all
When you are able to show kindness in spite of your hurt
When you are able to avoid becoming the person that hurt you
When you are able to give out despite lacking the basics
Nothing can get to you...no one can hurt you intentionally
That's the true beauty of humans when we get to that point
When you can see beauty in others even in the midst of chaos

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today; doctor's order.