It
took me
losing everything
to finally realize how
much something as small
as a scrambled egg could make  
a difference in the way
you look at people,
nature, things,
even joy
Fin.

I know i've never met her
And strange i know it seems
I dont recall us meeting except for in our dreams
We walked and talked together.. in a strange and misty place
I feel as though i know her and i can't forget her face
Who is this strange enchantress ?
And where does she come from ?
I call her my dream lover ..for in the morning she is gone !

The color red,
Is paint to my skin,
for i am an artist,
Who no one seems to notice
My art is unknown,
For nothing shows,
Talents go a long way,
Under my sleeves,
They stay hidden,
Open pieces of art,
That no one seems to notice,
I am an artist,
My cuts are master pieces.