There could be and there could be not a pathology. There is a cause that sometimes made me to put up a call to you.
When the hatched of the world's fury treatments coloured the day and are there quantum and batches of little pains. I seek to put on the little residue of my coal of life into a smile I hoped to grow.

While I long to see where my seed could yield bigger than it invest I think not much cos I know the field.

Sometimes I share testimonies of overcoming outcomes.

Sometimes I act like wounded pygmies on a great plain of the ocean's land.

Sometimes I feel the heat that scooped up the black  forest on the head of a gentle man.

And I long for the cold that could freeze up a little more of my plenty waters
Don't go away, the man's world had no outta of frame the miller ruled the margin and grunted to mock.

For while I have so much to keep inside the young head, I checked my purse to find not a thing.

I called to get courage. To start again another cycle of smile and another phase of being true .

I'm not laying down the first bright brine.
  The youth primer on getting true salt SHOULD be an adventure but who cares about the boat that would sink and the fish that will feed on the fats.
I'm not saying anything thing specific but to try to tell a little that there is a lost cause and that there is a gained course.

I'm already seeing it and the source of my JOY doesn't lie in the church of the bright smiles that rolled in the eyes of the of the saints of my century but just in CHRIST JESUS my LORD.

© Felix Joy Adewale