Have you ever wondered ?
being creative ?
have you ever tried to explain it?
remember when you tried to explain certain things,
making them understand what all you feel within;
and thought them to be people like you
which you were sourcing in your'
inside ique !

Ever felt some breath lost,
when every time you speak,
the listener might not revert off---
your voice, what exactly you mean?
reverting in a disrespect manner
not "YOU" but,
your creativity.

Find your creativity,
and this human be the only,
the only person who shall see;
the actual dimensions going fleek,
from travelling through time to universe
leaving human soul,
the mirror soul.

Where does the creativity go?
When you've learned to protect it,
learned to shelter it from the demons
that spilled ink onto your pages.
Pages splattered with tears that folded pages,
Glued so tightly with promises
to never let them in again.
The seal is becoming weak,
Tugging at the pages kissing each others backs
Words that were bolded now struggling to find a way to breathe.
Look back at the edges, bend over to listen
Define the taste of the invitation sent by your creativity
You left your creations here,
Follow it within and find it knocking at your chest
Your mind
Your heart body soul- awakening connections
Your creations, they're yours
Water the thorns and the roses too
Watch them mingle
Lead the next trip, the seal is broken
New pages are ready,
guided by your print.