Who am I to question your story? Who are you to ask about mine? I don't want your future. I don't need your past. Your stories to be continued. This paragraph is not the last. Flick your wrist. Move your pen. Write of love, lost, and sin. Sinners are all. We always end the same. Jesus is our only savior, from the endless internal pain. Wish apon the stars, tell me when they fall. Twickle, twickle, little speck. All for one and one for all. Stand together, make them crawl. PICK a rose from a bush. WATCH the thorns and PULL the weeds. SMELL the essence, LISTEN... to me. Take a step back. Think about yourself. Memories flashing by yet? Good, now - Let. Go.... Start with a new clean slate. Dont play with your conscience, that'll have to wait. Surrender your wings. Better yet, take flight. The world is waiting, so prove yourself right. All alone, its always freezing. Lost, with no believing. Its not much of a life that you're living. Its not what you take thats killing. Yes Im the broken one but you're the one in need of saving. Something deep inside of you is calling out and craving. Craving to be.. Set. Free. The diamonds in the sky are all that make you sane. Watch the darkness pass. Don't run from the rain. Its polite not to ask about ones life. So I didnt. Instead I sat and told you what you thought you had hidden. Fear? Shame? No. The AMBITION to hide the pain. But use your pencil, flick your brush. Create your emotions on paper, there really is no rush. Find yourself. Craft who YOU want to be. Flash a smile. For EVERYONE too see. Now.. with that be said, I hope you do. So when I come back Ill see your work and see the REAL you.