All the wrong with little right. Did I take it to far or was it not enough. Instead of reaching out, did I pull back. Instead of loveing did I think to myself this is not the strong thing to do. If love was alive and well, why didn't I help my fellow man when he need me the most. Has the feelings like most of my burden weigh heavy on my shoulders growing numb or was it a voice deep inside telling me you should have felt something. Will I ever get it right or get it in the end. What does the word life mean anyway. Have I gone to the point of no return or is there time to be human again!
Kenny style and colors! 
