half smiling. the intentions were there. nothing was hidden. it was to make it better. it was never under any other pretense. later on it might have changed. initially it was good. it always is. was trying to create fun. order would come later. the idea is to smile. messed up later. its what caused the dying. like hiding the secrets, it will eat you from the inside.

i remember a past that might not be the past i lived. the rose colored glasses that we put on when we are viewing our lives are clouded, but perhaps this is the idea. better then it actually is.

people that go to church are more successful financially and rank happier in surveys across our lands, yet we still feel they are best avoided. the stories are better and the morals help us keep on a path that is safe and tested yet we all want to veer off it.