Love is my edifice.

It provides me the energy to write this.


All things seem possible, and I think about a love like this…

Anything is possible, you are.

I am possible, therefore, we are.

We shall move mountains, with the thoughts that are provoked.

Through love’s lightning, I shall keep writing.

The stars shall connect, and hate shall become stifled, in which it usually is stifling…

Love shall move in many places, areas that are desolate…

And the ones that resist, will have no mind.

Love is the rule, and is mandatory.

Education will be a rule too, books shall be as good too.

The future is being written, and it was written, because it is God’s plan.

Not man’s…

It is God’s plan, not man’s…