Please notice what I've done My pride is hurting from the things that I spent hours on Instead the ones I barely think of are liked more above the rest In fact the ones I barely think on to me are just grotesque See what I can really do 'A river is a thought of defiance A flower the hated love between the two' See what I can say, draw, and write What I hear and know Please tell me that you love them and me Please do not let me go
I have grown to be unknown invisible like the dew hiding behind buildings and gliding through passages. My charm is as un-noticed as the workshop apprentice, my words unheard, voice absurd to the premeditated busy man briskly moving through the crowd. I myself collate my actions, but for anyone to give a deeper glance well I just leave that upto chance.
I want to be thought of as wild, feral, absolutely uncontrolled, I want people to see me as barely restrained, I want my hair to be an total mess and my smile to be a little unnerving, I want my hands to be as soft as the sweetest moss but my fists as rough as the stones beneath, I want to look like I've just climbed a tree or I'm about to dive into the ocean, I wish to be perceived as thunderstorm, a maelstrom, I am lost but not looking for a way home.