You can’t truly understand the world,
until you’ve seen it.

Articulate.
Perceptive.
Imaginative.
Only emotions could create it.
I guess that can describe it.
Authentic in the slightest.
That mystery expression?
Yah, I’ve seen it before.
It can strip away all what ego stands for. Leaving only to see Beauty in its highest.
Artistry at its finest.
I guess that can describe it.





The artist turns away leaving all of his treasures behind him. Wandering the world with an open change that is no longer feared or beside him. 🖤

Tonight.
I’m learning, if I’m learning.
That the world is a much better place if I see it that way.
To learn ones very existence.
Ones very meaning.
The one soul,
as we start from the beginning.
Who we are together.
As one we are.
The very life and purpose of this world; connecting.
How one affects the other,
As one action creates another.
And the stars stay silent.
Together,
as we are one.

There are no thoughts when I write.
These words come to me in waves of  
emotion.
Telling me their stories, as the tide turns along the ocean.
You’re lucky if you catch one,
Listening.
I open up my arms to them.
Surrendering.
Surrendering these empty thoughts as they fill them with meaning.
Taking them to a place of secret.
Only to return to you with its honesty.
Ready to share with the
world.
To be heard once more.
You can choose to pick it up if you want;  
these seashells of secret.
I saw you in it, so I didn’t hesitate.
Radiating your color, Vibrant and glowing. You must have found me, In the midst of the unknowing.
I pick it up to hear the waves of your story. Understanding  its every meaning.
Listening to the sound of your voice, one last time.
There are no thoughts when I write.
You’re lucky if you catch one.
Listening.