Please Read My Novel it isn't really a Novel

I am eighteen curently longing for a place to call my own. A niche I can find a dream that I can acomplish. I pray for the day we have no troubles that one day with no coflict that one day where I don't need to buzz about my own head. May love spread to peace and with peace well that may tame a beast. A beast tamed by the piece of love may drop it's white glove. Gloves are down or futures are without dual misfortunes. The death of fighting is brought through the blood and death of those who hope for peace and die with love in there hearts. May I leave this world as one that has died with hope for a better tommarow with the love of the grinch at the end or screwge he may due. The water the grass bears will fall to you. With the beads of trust exploding truth will come and whipe the world clean. Disgrace degreased as none should regret mistakes that have no forseight to the misfortune of a disaster. Enternity held in the reproduction of the sky, the trees, the water. May this eye that sees our world take in the true beauty of our race. May I see luminousity in people, hearts filled with humility, and the dawn of caring not greed.

I wrote this as a bio but it should tell you who I am. One intention may become another that is what this is the product of.

My Hope to all that seek it,

B Leaf