To feel happiness there has to be pain, joy will come when the sun rises but first it has to rain, the rain may flood your house and mold your walls, soil your furniture and muddy your halls, stink up your fine lines and clothes, the debris may brake your dishes and bowls, windows my be shattered or have holes, but as the water passes your nose and you began to drown, the water recedes and you fall to soiled ground, you open your eyes and see the mess, the only thing that matters is the heart... (continue reading)
