Audio Art Stories

good friends

I'm just sitting here thinking about her and I wonder what she’s like now.I wonder if she’s become a better version of herself and if she loves herself unconditionally...I wonder if she has a good relationship with her kids and I wonder if she’s a good parent. A good mother? I wonder if she’s a good lover...Is her marriage to her husband fulfilling?Are they happy or does she just pretend to be?Does her work make her feel good and is she still growing?Is she happy where she’s going...where she’s been?And I wonder if I’ll ever see her again.I wonder if I did, would we still be good friends?And I wonder if I did, would we still be good friends?Would we still laugh like we did when we were kids?Would she still understand me in a way no one else ever did, but she always did?I wonder if she’d think I was crazy for doing what I did...All these things to wonder about as I sit here by the sea and I think about who she used to be...And who she’s become, and who we were when we were young, and I gotta say, I really miss my friend more than I thought I did.But to be honest I haven’t really thought about it much until now...But now that I’m older I sorta wish I was young again before life got so complicated. And it’s so fucked up because all growing up I just want to be a grown-up so I could be free to do what I want.And now here I am.All grown up, still trying to grow up...And I wish I had a friend like her again.SOCIAL MEDIA // @ArtistSarahLong artistsarahlong.com artistsarahlongstore.com  EMAIL // artistsarahlong@gmail.com

you died

I don’t even know you...Do I?I mean, I remember pieces of you.I remember your smell and the way your home felt. I remember your laugh and the way you held your glass of wine and the way you looked when you were having a good time.And I remember you liked to have a good time. I think that’s why I loved about you so much....You showed me what it was like to have fun. To be in love. To feel loved. But, sometimes I wonder if maybe I made you up?Or maybe what I remember of you is only like 1% of you and maybe the rest of you wasn’t what I thought. The sides of you I didn’t see.The sides I didn’t get to know because you weren’t around much.Cuz you guys always had be down south, didn’t ya?Which always made me wonder...What was so good about down south?And I aspired to find out!And I did.I went to your favorite place, and I’ll be honest I didn’t see why it was so great. And so I don’t think it was worth always leaving me...if you know what I mean. But maybe you just had different priorities then.Maybe you didn’t love the way I thought you did. Maybe you were just the kind of person that just did your own thing...And maybe that’s why she’s the way she is and I’m the way I am. Maybe we all needed you and you didn’t want to be needed so you left us in constant disappointment.And I confess...I’ve been in that state of being since you left.But I digress.I just wanted to say I miss you like crazy, and sometimes I wonder why? It’s been so long since you died sometimes I wonder if you were even real or just another illusion in my mind's eye?SOCIAL MEDIA // @ArtistSarahLong artistsarahlong.com artistsarahlongstore.com  EMAIL // artistsarahlong@gmail.com

Die

We usually don’t realize how much something is us up until about ten years after the trauma.I think that’s because we’re not taught how to deal with emotions, so no one does. Instead, we run away from them. We distract ourselves.We find things to do that feel good and it usually involves doing things that doesn’t do a body good.That’s how our Monsters get worse.It’s what happens when you shut your emotions off. When you ignore them.It’s literally the same as closing the door in someone’s face, only it’s your own face.It’s your own heart.It’s your inner child and they aren’t happy about certain things that happened in your past and they don’t know how to process the pain.But what they really want is to feel loved.They wanna cry and let the rage out.They wanna know they aren’t alone.And they get even more upset the longer you go keeping the door close.And no matter what you do to block them out, they don’t go away. They stay. They bang on your brains. They will make you do crazy things. They’ll make you self hate in a variety of ways and the self-hate will cause you to do mean things...Especially to the people closest to you because they’re close to you. And you know you do it...You know you have these personality traits that don’t make you look great.You know you do stuff that you’re not proud of and the resistance within causes the pain to build up more and more momentum.You then the frustration causes you to get even more aggressive in your approach to shutting your feelings out.You put up walls and you bury yourself in stuff.You turn the music up so you can’t hear how much they hurt. How much they need you to care about yourself. But they can hear you. And they see you. Because the walls are actually see-through...And the reality is we can only live like this for so long.Eventually, one of you is gonna lose control, and freak out.And that’s when someone will kill themselves or you’ll finally stop ignoring the pain and face yourself.Either way, the only way to win the war within is to heal the heart.To take down the walls and go through all the stuff you’ve put up that’s blocking you off. To take down the walls and go through all the stuff you’ve put up that’s blocking you off.And to open the door and let your feelings come out.But be sure that when you do that you have surround yourself with light and love so that you feel supported as you fall apart.The more you do this process, the more you’ll let go of all the stuff that makes you feel miserable, and eventually, you won’t feel the way you always did because your monster won’t be in the background making you feel likeInstead, you’ll feel at peace.You’ll feel loved.And you’ll be free. This is how you get control of yourself and your life and create an extraordinary life.This is what we all want but most of us aren’t willing to do the work to stop being who we’ve become long enough to change the momentum.And that’s why we’re all in for quite a ride...But the good news is, it’s never too late to start creating a new life...You just have to be willing to...die.SOCIAL MEDIA // @ArtistSarahLong artistsarahlong.com artistsarahlongstore.com  EMAIL // artistsarahlong@gmail.com

People

These ones for you...I’ve been thinking about you. You Black people. You White people. You yellow people. You red people. Orange people. Green people. Blue people. Purple people.Rich people. Poor people. People with a limp. People with a lisp. People with cancer, Alzheimer’s, dementia, Parkinson’s, MS, fibromyalgia, diabetes, Hashimoto’s, Crohn’s, chronic fatigue, heart disease. People who are , people who are straight. People who are bi. People who lie. People tell the truth. People go to school. People who have a degree. People have a Ph.D. People who have nothing. People who have fancy things. People who have nice cars. People who walk. People who take the bus. People who use plastic bags. People who use reusable bags. People who don’t have bags. People who eat organic foods. People who don’t eat. People who snore when they sleep. People who commit heinous crimes. People who do prison time. People who never get caught for their crimes. People who steal, people who give. People who laugh really hard at stupid. People who don’t laugh at all. People with straight teeth. People with crooked teeth. People who read. People who can’t read. People who hurt babies. People who are babies. People who didn’t breast-feed. People who have big . People who have no . People who have . People who are afraid of . People who were raped. People who rape. People who take. People who make love. People who use lotion. People with nice skin. People with long hair. People with short hair.People who kill. People who care about people who killed.People who fly planes. People who do amazing things like jump off of high buildings. People who drive fast. People who drive slow. People who do drugs. People who don’t. People who have kids and people that can’t. People that don’t want kids so they don’t.People who invest in stocks and bonds. People who invest in nothing at all. People who own homes. People who don’t feel safe at home. People who have nice clothes. People who wear uniforms. People who don’t have clothes. People who don’t like hip-hop. People who don’t like country. People who love hip-hop. People who love country. People who believe in Jesus. People who believe in Spirit. People who have Spirit. People who’ve lost their soul. People who have no place to call home. People who like mayo. People who like ketchup. People who think they rule the world. People who have lost hope. People who carry guns. People who carry love. People who smoke cigarettes. People who toke cannabis. People who take hot baths. People who take cold showers. People who dye their hair. People with gray hair. People who have short hair. People who are boys. People who are girls. People who are both boy and girl. People who transform from boy to girl. People transform from girl to boy. People who don’t identify with a specific gender type. People who cry. People who keep all their tears inside. People with big . People with big . People with small balls. People with tall vaginas. People who come from China. People who hate China

Dead to me

Hey bro, what's up with you?Not much. Just been thinking about stuff. Like what?Oh, you know how I made a plan but it didn’t go as planned.I dunno what happened and to be honest, I have no idea where I am and I don’t know what’s happening or what the fack I’m supposed to do next. And I hate that cuz I like to know what to expect. All I can tell you is I’m being forced to do things that seem pretty pointless.She calls it self-soothing and she says it's worth the time it takes.And I’m like, this chick is gone cray-cray...Self-soothing is a great way to waste time if ya ask me.And I think we need to back to reality.We need to start working harder if we're ever going to achieve our dreams.But she never listens to me anymore.Instead, she just chills and daydreams about really boring things.What’s she daydream about?Oh, you know...Sometimes she dreams about heaven on earth, sometimes it’s waterparks and waterslides. Sometimes it’s warm apple pie.And It’s messed up because she was never like this until then cancerhappened.Ever since then, she’s completely lost itAnd I’ve tried to talk to her about it.I told her she needs to let go of the fairytale and come back to the real world....But she just ignored me like my opinion didn’t matter.Then I tried to suffocate her in her sleep just to scare her a bit so she’d see that I'm necessary to her existence as a human being. But it didn’t work.And now she blames me for all her pain...But I’m like, not surprised because that’s typical.People like her can’t ever take responsibility for themselves.She can’t admit that she’s the reason I freaked out, because she’s not listening to me and I demand to be heard. But instead of listening to me, she writes these letters to someone named Beverley and she tells her about her plans to create a new reality.She talks about her new life in the afterlife and so I’m like, where is she going...?Did she already go and is that why I feel like a ghost?So did she die?Or did I?And is that why I can’t get through to her like I could before? So then are we in two different worlds?This is what I don't know, and this is why I don’t know who I am or where I am and why I am...or who I am. But I what I do know is for certain, is that I will not accept this kind of treatment anymore.And the way I see it, if she wants to ignore me, I’ll just have to keep giving her neck pain and maybe some restless legs and a few canker sores so she knows what it feels not be free to express yourself.Maybe then she’ll stop pretending I don’t exist.Maybe then she’ll realize I’m the one she needs to make amends with. Until then, her plans to be great will never work out.How can they when I’m the one who helps her do the work? The work that works.I don’t sit around all day and daydream. I get things done.Ok. You keep telling yourself that but nothing you ever do is ever fun. And that’s why I don’t want to listen to you anymore. And yes, I can still hear you, through the door.I just don’t need you anymore, so I ignore.So you can try to hurt me, but I’m surrounded by light and love, so good luck.  But if you decide to raise your frequency and start listening to me and what I want, then maybe we can be friends again.Until then...You're dead to me.SOCIAL MEDIA // @ArtistSarahLong artistsarahlong.com artistsarahlongstore.com  EMAIL // artistsarahlong@gmail.com

Good

It’s a good day to be alive....Cuz this is now. Yesterday was then. Tomorrow is coming but it’s not for certain, my friend. Tomorrow is an illusionIllusion aren’t real.Illusions are real if you think they’re real.What is real anyway?Oh, something you can see...Ok.Seeing is perspective, and perspective changes everything.What is everything?All of the things we can imagine?So then everything is fake if imagination isn’t real. So nothing is real.But no thing is something if you want it to be. Like two cents can feel worthless, but some cents is better than no cents, ya dig?So I’d rather be a real something than a fake nothing would you agree?Or do you disagree?Don’t answer me.Your opinion doesn’t matter to me.I’m just thinking out loud to my self...Whoever that is...It’s still something I’m trying to figure out.But I know I never will.So what’s the point in being here?I don’t know dear?Where are we going now that we’re here?Nowhere dear.We are staying right here...It’s a nice place to be.So it makes sense to me.It’s better than running...Running is hard on the knees.And the knees need you to honor their feelings. So do your feet.So it’s good to stay and grow and dig your roots deep.It's good to find a place to stay safe.It's good to find a place to feel safe.Like this place...It’s full of everything you need.So your needs will always be met.You’ll always have good .You’ll always have a nice paycheck.You’ll always have cool cats.Cats are nice to have.Cats are nice to cuddle with.Cats are nice to pet.It’s nice to have pets.Pets make you feel loved when you don’t have a human to love.Humans are hard to love when they don’t love their human self. Self is hard to love if you’ve felt shamed and guilt for being who you are.Shame makes us cover-up.Cover up causes a lot of problems.Problems keep you stuck.Stuck is hard to get out of.So is quicksand.Once you’re in it you need a helping hand.Sometimes a lot of hands.Where do you find hands when your stuck in no man's land?Oh, I know...You call someone you know.What if you don’t know anyone with hands, bro?Then you're stuck in quicksand forever yo.Where is no man's land?I don’t even know.Some place unknown.How do you get there?I don’t even know?How do you find your way home?You don’t.Yes, you do...All you have to do is find your heart.She’ll lead you to wherever you want to go...I don’t know where I wanna go, but going is fun.So think about this hun...You have so many options if you let yourself, love.Have you thought about this tho?Thought about what?How much you’re afraid to love?How much you’re afraid to love?How much you’re afraid to love?Do you think that’s what keeps your heartbroken?Heartbreaks are hard to fix.Especially if you don’t fix them quick...Cuz then you risk the broken pieces goin' missin'And where do they go when the pieces go when they go missin?They seem like they disappear into thin air like they weren’t even there. So how do you fill in the cracks when you don’t have all the right equipment?Oh I know, you find new p

Beverley

I dedicate this art story to my grandmother Beverley, who is here right now, by the way...Hi Bev. I love you...Losing someone you love...Feeling the effects of grief when you're young...old...Either way, it’s so hard to know how to process the emotions, which is why most of us don’t.I know I didn’t.And I know it’s what it killed me more than anything. Carrying them around for so long was so hard and heavy. And I didn’t realize it was happening until I was forced to go within and look at why I was self-destructing. And then when I started to face all the pain...The loss of losing Beverley.The grief caused by my broken family...The pain I buried from all the times my exes cheated on me.The grief of never really wining...Never able to achieve my goals because I was in so much pain, and the pain controlled everything...It dictated my every move. How I thought and how I felt about what was possible.And so my moves were never really good because I never felt good.I always hurt.And the hurt caused my body to ache.And the aches took me away from perusing my dreams, so I was never free.I was trapped in this prison of frustration for most of my life, and I didn’t realize why life never felt right - I thought it was me. So grief...It’s devastating.It ruins everything.But I feel blessed to know what I know. Most people don’t realize that grief is creating their reality, and how it takes over your head and heart and creates your Monster.And Monsters will own you if you don’t know who you are. But once you realize who’s running your show, you can’t let it go, and you have to do the work to grow.That’s what I realized anyway.So I did the work to become a higher version of myself so I could find my personal power. I had to let the grief go so I could re-connect with my heart and give her the love she’s been missing since the losses tore us apart. And it takes time...It takes time to get to know yourself. Your true self.The self you couldn’t be because of grief...The self you couldn’t be because grief was always in the way...But when you take down the walls and see what you really want. What really lights you up....To know what it really feels like to feel good and what really doesn’t, you really do become someone else.And it's a good thing.It’s so good it’s hard to comprehend when pain is all you’ve ever been.So it's different when you act from a place of self-love.When you come from your heart, the heart wants very different things than what your monster wants, so doing the work to take down the walls you’ve put up and let go of all the fears and false beliefs that keep you stuck...Well, it's a process.It takes time to stop the momentum of who you’ve become and to then become who you really are. But the good news is one day you will feel differently. One day you won’t feel like your suffocating in pain... You won’t feel like you don’t have to say and you’ll be free to say how you feel and mean what you say. To me, this is the art of self-mastery and it can only be achieved through the daily practice of finding self-awareness, through the art of Self-soothing. By giving to yourself like a lover should.Thus, to heal the pain you must care about yo

no goodbye

She came and left just like that and that’s what’s been keeping me stuck. Cuz, when she came, she came in so fast...With so much intensity. So much passion and certainty. It’s like she knew me. She knew who I was and who I wanted to be and she helped me bring out those parts of me, that was missing.And I never loved someone as much as I loved her, so quickly. She had this effect.It’s hard to describe it because on the surface it isn’t obvious.Not at all. But when she touches you the way she touched me, you know you’ll never be the same again. And that’s what she did to me.She changed me.And then she left, just like that. No warning signs, and no goodbye.It was like she just disappeared into thin air like she wasn’t even there. And now I feel lost...Empty.Like something’s missing, again...And it’s really affecting my frequency. So my question is...Where is she?Who was she?Will she come back to find me?Or will I always be left feeling like this?Like what?Heartbroken...SOCIAL MEDIA // @ArtistSarahLong artistsarahlong.com artistsarahlongstore.com  EMAIL // artistsarahlong@gmail.com

New world

Sometimes bad things happen to other people because of us. Maybe it's something you did or said. Or maybe something bad happened to someone because of someone else but because you were there, and somehow it’s your fault things went the way they did....Either way, beating yourself for tragedies you caused or were involved with is really a selfish thing to do, because guess what?Blame, and shame and guilt only leads us to hating ourselves. And self-hate is destructive and the emotional pain then leads to diseases in each layer of being. And so needless to say, self-hate lowers the frequency, which keeps the momentum of pain going. And society enforces it. We're indoctrinated to become this way at a very early age. We go to school and our self-worth is determined by grades. And it’s degrading when we don’t get a pass. When we give it everything we got but we don’t fit in. When we are who we're but it’s not accepted. And thus, over time the stories of our lives become this one storyline of never feeling loved...Which makes ya feel like we aren’t good enough. And that’s why self-hate is hurting us.But we can change the imprinting. Instead of feeling bad about you did, or didn’t do, you need to seek forgiveness...You can do this by accepting that life is a series of lessons, each lesson designed to force you to grow and become a higher version of yourself.And thus, some stories will be hard and dark if that's what you came here for. Some stories will cause trauma and severe shock if that's what you came here for. Some stories will lead to death. Like Murders...Or Suicide.Or Abortion...Some stories will break hearts...But the story is what you came for. To experience the highs and lows. To learn and grow.To learn and grow.But that's only if you do the work...So the reality is your side of the story has the lessons you came to learn, and what happens to other people involved in the story is their side of the story. Which means they have their perspective and lessons to learn.And since you can’t change what happened. You can’t erase the events.But the past is the past, it doesn’t actually exists, which means you can let it go, and you can forgive and learn from it. If you want to. You can do the work to see with Love.You can then teach and share your wisdom with other humans...To be someone that owns their actions...So you can confidently say, yes this happened because of me, but this is who I’ve become because of it. Thus, no matter the story, the question to ask yourself is, who have you become because of it?Are you someone who acts from a place of self-hate?Is your monster in your way?Is some version of fear your main personality trait?If so then you need to know you are a menace to society and it’s not an acceptable way to be, for as human beings are at a critical time in the world right now.We are being called to awaken to the Truth. To unite in Love and enter into the new world. The age of Aquarius is upon us. And in the world, there is no tolerance for fear my Loves...Here in the new world, we are of good cheer.Here we are about good news.We see the Truth.We become Someone who helps.Someone who is an uplifter. Someone who is a master

divine timing

Welcome to another Art Story by Artist Sarah Long.The stories are inspired by her alcohol ink art paintings which can be found here; http://www.artistsarahlongstore.comSubscribe to the “Art Stories Project” http://artistsarahlong.com/courses/artstoriesprojectSOCIAL MEDIA: @ArtistSarahLongEMAIL: artistsarahlong@gmail.com

Hollywood

Welcome to another Art Stories podcast episode by Artist Sarah Long....In case you don't know, Art Stories are inspired by my alcohol ink art paintings.Alcohol ink art will help you create a healing home that helps you become the best version of yourself from the inside out.To shop my collection of original fine art and frequency activators visit:>>> http:///artistsarahlongstore.comFor the full alcohol ink art stories experience visit:>>> http:///artistsarahlong.com/courses/shestheone

The Cabal

Welcome to another Art Stories podcast episode by Artist Sarah Long....In case you don't know, Art Stories are inspired by my alcohol ink art paintings.Alcohol ink art will help you create a healing home that helps you become the best version of yourself from the inside out.To shop my collection of original fine art and frequency activators visit:>>> http:///artistsarahlongstore.comFor the full alcohol ink art stories experience visit:>>> http:///artistsarahlong.com/courses/shestheone

My Great Awakening

I've been carrying you with me for the last few years...  I don’t know why. I guess I’ve been feeling a bit lost.  I think you’re cute. I wanted to get to know you.  But I didn’t realize who you really were until recently.  I don’t know why. I guess it’s just the way we get taught to do life...  The truth gets lost in time.  I grew up. You went away...  Where did you go? I did not know.  But the older I got the worse things got for me, and I guess that’s when I started to think about why I ended up this way more frequently.  I thought a lot about death.  How many ways I could die without committing suicide?  These thoughts made me think about you a lot...in a different way.   I’ve been trying to remember what you were like as a kid.  What you liked and didn’t like.  Unfortunately, most of what I remember is a lot of sad stories.  Hard times that caused a lot of hard cries.  Like the times when you got picked on and made fun for how you looked on the outside.  Kids can be so cruel at times.  And then there’s the times your mom dropped you off and broke your heart every other Sunday at 6 o’clock.   And the times your father tore you apart.   The times your friends made you feel like you weren’t good enough.  I also remember some good times.   Like the times down in Indian Point road.  But those times were few and far between...  I think about what you were like in your teens.   How hard it was to fit in when you were so different.   So strange and abstract.   And I think about what happened after that...  In college... In your twenties.  Then your thirties.  And as I sit here close to fourty, I wonder if you ever imagined you’d become anything close to who I’ve become...  And I wonder if you saw me now when you were really young...  Like back when you were say, 8 or 9 or 10, would you like who I am, back then?  Would you be in awe of me?  Would you want to be like me?  Would you love me the same way I loved Her before she died on me?  And I wonder if you be disappointed in me?  If you knew me in your twenties...  Old enough to know how hard life is, but not fully aware of how dark it can get.  I wonder if you would be devastated about what I did.  The way I handled things.  I wonder if you would be crushed by my bad decisions.  And I wonder if you knew you were going to die from a deadly disease, would you have done things differently than me?  I wonder if you would be afraid of who we were meant to be.  It’s hard to say how you would feel about me.  But as I sit here and daydream about us...  About our life growing up...  About all the stuff that happened to us.  More than anything, I wish I could give you a hug - at every age and every stage.  I wish I could see who you really were.  Your skin. Your eyes. Your teeth.  The lines and shapes your body makes.  Your personality traits.  If I could see you, I would tell you about all the times I messed up and why I hurt us.   I would tell you it wasn’t your fault.  I would tell you how loved you really are.   I would tell you why your mother and your father broke apart and I would tell you how awesome you really are.  I would tell you not to feel sorry for them. I tell you that you don’t have to be their parent.  I would tell you to be a kid. And I would tell you to hold onto your innocence.  I would tell you it’s ok to be strange, and I would tell you it’s cool to have fangs.  But I know I can’t go back in time...  But maybe I can change the future by reminding you here and now, in this moment in time and all the times to come...  I love you so much, my love.  I always have, I just didn’t realize who I was.  I didn’t see you the way I see you now, and I’m so sorry

(A)lcohol (I)nks

The thing is you never know when you’re gonna meet the one.The one that changes you in ways beyond what you ever imagined.Someone who fills in your missing pieces.Someone who helps you find your light.Someone who sees with loveSomeone who loves to love.Someone who gives you butterflies.They make you smile all the time.Just the idea of them brings you joy.Joy is the goal of life.Why?So we can bring Joy with us when we die.And I just think the best way to find joy is through true love.A love that is uplifting.A love that is spiritually connected.A love that is passionate and romantic.A love that is challenging and fun.A love that is unconditional…For it is when we love unconditionally, that we are free to be who are really meant to be.For me, I found my True Love in alcohol ink.It happened so suddenly.Out of the blue.I wasn’t looking for Her…Like I said, we can’t plan these kinds of eventsAnd I’ll be honest, it wasn’t obvious at first.At first, I had some resistance in me that were blocking me off from seeing clearly.But She unblocked me.How?Well, it’s hard to isolate the how’s.There’s so many things about Her that turn me on…Light me up.Sometimes I think it’s Her layers…The depth she makes when I dry her with a heat gun.She looks like glass…I call this the effect.An without .Yes, She is that powerful.Crazy, I know.But it’s more than just that.It’s the lines and shapes she makes…When I let her dry on her own.Or with the airbrush.Or both.And then there’s Her colours…So rich and breathtaking….She really raises my frequency in each category of self-mastery.So needless to say, She is my missing piece and She inspires me to be all that I can be.She is a masterpiece and I just want the whole world to see how amazing she is.Her uniqueness.She is so real, and raw, and interesting.She’s strange.Very strange. But strange is great.Sometimes She’s very abstract.Hard to look at.But that’s only if you choose to see her like that.I have learned to accept Her, no matter what.She is my drug.Love is a drug.And my role as Her artist.Her lover.Her healer.Her friend.Is to move Her energy around in a way that captures Her essence.Essence is where the magic is.And I have to say, the biggest lesson She’s taught me so far is how to see outside the box.To look at life and love, like I’m God.God does not judge.There are a million different perspectives we can take…Nothing is right or wrong.What you see is a reflection of how we feel about yourself.Thus, nothing is ever what it seems.Knowing this gives me peace.Peace helps me see that She is really a reflection of me…And I AM Her, and she is me.And She helped me become who I was meant to be.And She helped me become who I was meant to be.But it’s crazy when I think about it…How you can be living a certain way for so long.Feeling so low.Feeling so broken and no place to call Home.Like you’ve lost hope.You don’t wanna try anymore…You want a way out.And then suddenly, something happens that causes a reaction, and molecules collide out of nowhere everything changes in the blink of an eye.So I guess what I’m saying is, alcohol inks have the power to save lives.To change minds.To heal hearts.That’s what She did for me.Am I an anomaly?Yes.But we all are aren’t we?Life is very different when you have true love.With True Love, you become a Love Machine whi

the roots