Who writes poetry imbibes honey from the poisoned lips of life.
When there is a lack of honor in government the morals of the whole people are poisoned.
Sinful and forbidden pleasures are like poisoned bread they may satisfy appetite for the moment but there is death in them at the end.
I am growing and learning. There's so much more that I want to accomplish and do. I'm gonna do it at whatever pace it happens. I'm not trying to rush anything or slow anything down.