If the world has angels, please, call my name. If I have to die tomorrow, will you miss me? I would love to give, but I wonder about other's receiving. Everyone has a purpose and mission to themselves or the lord. I see people but I cannot feel their souls. Maybe, I am blind. I can't hear the true. Maybe, I am deaf. Should life being waste in a boring way. May we run? May we cry? I belong to a community as a whole without the digital divider or walls. The diversity lies are in the liberal's eyes by sending themselves to a cell for protection, maintaining their little self-esteem, and complaining this unjust world. I am San Francisco, California.
