""In a life, surrounded with endless uproar; in never ending mass of ordinary moments, these words are a haven. Carved from the bickering thoughts of a screaming mind, comes a voice that talks of fear, failures, loss, heartbreak, gestation, battle, scars, wounds, and finally; peace. For every soul struggling to understand the battles of life and their purpose, may these words give you some sense of understanding, some clarity, some empathy and some hope. """"With every wound bare, I also carry naked blessings on me, Every wrinkle was earned, laugh lines tell tales how I still laugh loud, sweet and bright, And like spring, blossoming after winters long, brutal, full of fright, My dreams, my hopes breathe, still alive, by chance, by miracle, wide and clear, in my sight, They are my cicerone, my design, my light.""""""