Power is everywhere, they say. Maybe that power may sometime come here, to me, to us. She says. what are we waiting for? Advertisements

the light of the world screams it is hungry, it is poor the cry cuts my skin and reaches my organs Help! Help! while tearing apart the inner self discovering  demons looking  in the eye let time destroy what ceases to exist, cannot harm begin to  to breathe to live the light of the world…