Exciting as butterflies torched like Flames
the Creativity of a artist But I'm dripping like a wet rag.
Why is this and what is that?
What I am and Why did i do the things I've Done?
What's the sky without the Sun?
who I am when your Gone?
Made to many mistakes i can't lie i'm scared ..
But Not fearing nothing else But God.
It's a Document not a journel
My Journey became the Thing I write to
Spiritually Unshaken
Poetically Unstable
The Imperfections are easy to see,
Perfection is Transparent.