"The path of your life is no more than the mirror of the path of your mind". She
would always tell me with her eyes filled with a glazed pearlescent polish but what lies
behind the eyes I see a history that could outdate any textbook, I wonder what behind
those Sahara brown mountain top eyes, what story lies beneath the surface never to be?
Told what feelings that underneath that purple heart with pride like a bee to its flower but
also filled with the happiness and sorrow at the at the same time, what about me where
am I going to be in ten years? The answer to that is where I let my…
