Seasons

And I thought Come oh Winter let us sit and converse about the devious night and manipulative day Come oh Summer let us sit and converse of the dead Come oh Spring let us drown in your lies Come oh Autumn let me burn your leaves and watch you choke short of breath Ileni Lyaanyuka

Bloom

5 December 2017 You can't expect a flower to grow if you pluck it before it can bloom. Stop plucking the dreams of others by deafening the sound of their imagination. A persons ability to accomplish the extraordinary is as big as the opportunity they crave.  - Ileni Lyaanyuka