It's the month of poetry and I'd like to share this poem with you. On Love: When I sought love I knew It smelled of roses Fragrant and sweet When I followed its scent I found you. On Life: A flower sprouted within the cracks of a sidewalk Not many noticed it But it withstood its ground Just like me it fought for survival Not the rain nor the blistering sun could destroy its resolve to find the strength to stand upright and live. For it knew the day it showed its weakness and let the rain drown or the sun desiccate and if it drooped to the ground the will to fight will end. Through its resilience a bee did find the sweet nectar and the cracked form of the ground radiate beauty. That gorgeous flower that sprang from the cracks one day caught the eye of a photographer and was soon acclaimed As the formidable Flowered pawn. Have a great month of April. Live & Let Live! shobana

The last few fucking night's I have been having nightmares. The first was where some tantric bitch tried to strangle the live out of my neck. That woke me up at four in the fucking morning so yesterday I was tired as f. In fact I slept through another horrible nightmare where I psychologically abused. That didn't wake me up but I slept until noon until my energy levels go up. So I had a me day to day as my mom called them. Early April is a bitch for me because some brat on April fools day showing me and my seventh graders a video of a postmortem of an anorexic woman. Since then every early April I get into a fucking funk.