#Potpourriofthoughts #ideaswithink
We live in pots called destiny and we grow up in greenhouses called society.
You can be homeless in your own heart.
Hearts are factories bottling emotions until they break and the feelings spill out.
Don’t pick fruits/vegetables off the tree of life – they deserve to live too.
Don’t let The wasp sting the immigr-ant.
I am me not you.
Ideas with Ink 