My name is Shanique, but my nickname is Unique. The residents of the neighbor hood that my grandmother has always lived in called me Mercy because of a fight that I got into when I was a teenager. I beat the girl so bad that she started screaming out MERCY! So it kinda just stuck with me over time. Thoughts of favorite things, always brings to mind the little significant things that count. Late evenings in the summer, thunder, and lightening during a summers storm, windy days, fresh sun dried sheets, and a crisp five dollar bill in your birthday card from your grandmother on your birthday. These are just some of the things that equal up to all of the reasons that I should be so emotionally content in my deamenor. Dreams are not a province of the Earth? Dreams live in the the air, and in the MIND? Love is a full circle, it has no beginning, and no end. It helps to brighten your challenges up, and the days to shine on you . We share a pasoniate view on life, low and behold though I s the lurking depth of intrique that is simmering underneath the lid of our exterior selves... To keep moving forward, and to keep on smiling, keep on acheiveing, and keep on living, amazing..... Formulate the best argument in your mind, and the most logical excuse for the most trivial of circumstances. Then throw it out of the window of your conceptuial mins. Ball up that preconcieved notion that you have formed, grown, heard, stored, or shared with someone, and forget it.. Glory beheld in the delicious feel of a warm gentle brezze on a hot day, or half of the candy your loved one has pro-offered towards you...  Oh I love to say that the Lord is my savior. God blesses us. imagination is one thing, motivation is something, inspiration is a forgotten thing... plagued by overwhelming neccesities, and harrassed with endless unneccessaries, i have drawn the conclusion that eventuallity, is just one of life's `probabilities. oblivious when it comes to aknowledging the obvious, omnipitent in the moments of unabashed ignorance, and blindness. disgraced in a public place, yet disrespected in a private place. forced to have a taste of uncomfortability, and misery. I OFTEN ASK MYSELF ...IS IT OF ME IN WHICH YOU SPEAK? YES YOU SEEM TO SEEK TOO KNOW. WELL JUST YOU ASK , AND I'LL SHOW YOU, AND THEM, HER, AND HIM. CAUSE YOU STILL DON'T SEEM TO UNDERSTAND, YEARS HAVE PASSED US BY. YES MANY AND YEARS, AND SO MANY TEARS, MOUNTAINS OF FEARS . YES WE HAVE BUILT OUR OWN HILL WITH THAT I