A life with out music, is a life without love”

— anonymous


the best men in history were wo"men"

A man walks through the trees,

or he walks in a meadow,

a city or a town,

it matters not to some fellows,

if the mans happy,

he will be happy anywhere,

if hes sad,

he will be sad everywhere,

its not for the meadow to decide,

a blessing and a curse,



in a world of uncertainty and strife, nothing is as calming as the smell of fresh baked donuts