sometimes_ i think outside the box and cant find my way back in.

sometimes_ i trust in others, and my instincts too much. my ocean has no lifeguard. if a shark came i would hold my breath and close my eyes, i would be ready, i've always been ready.

sometimes_ there is no if, there is only when.

sometimes_ i talk in metaphors. i talk in circles. in ifs whens and buts. i talk abstract scenarios. i talk in the language of pictures.

sometimes_ i don't talk at all. my actions are louder than any words i could would should want to ever say.

sometimes_ i get thrown back on land. back to the box. reality is such a contrast..black against the white of possibility.

sometimes_ i paint the white. blindfolded. it all blurs together. i walk the earth with a paintbrush in my hand. i paint my own road, my own watercolor destiny.