In shadows cast by thoughts unseen,
I weave poems that’s purely mine.
You may enjoy or turn away,
But my heart’s story won’t be swayed.
As watchers here, just pause and breathe,
This is the path I choose to weave.
It’s not your heart I seek to hurt
This journey’s mine, beyond compare.
Today a person asked me if I talked about them in Eden theory, one thing I hope people know that, I want them to be my readers, watchers, not a character in my wonder world because what I wrote all about my emotional. . . You might not get my means, fine, you can ask. But if you were overthinking and feel hurt about it, I feel bad, honestly. I’m sorry for that. So, better to stay out of it and being a reader.
