Go see the misty place, deep in the woods,
That's where the willow tree's spreading her roots.
Long gentle branches are modestly bowing,
Above the shoot where a river is flowing.
It's been like that for centuries now,
The tree and the river, living in a vow.
The branches are caressing the hair on the surface,
The gesture, however, can't fulfill its purpouse.
Although their bond is strong, love never ending,
All alone, Willow and River are standing.
They're guarding each other, and each other only.
How come they, despite that, always feel lonely?
Every night, the willow tree woefully shivers,
Looking down upon her dark, lonesome river.

I painted a portrait for my mother to show how deep and clever her words with courage throughout the years help influence the realistic platform I aimed my talents & dreams towards. Seeing the bigger picture decoding Da vinci in a poetic format at a young age steady preforming my purpouse using a composition through metephors as my stage. Standing strong without a doubt of the future yet to be...

There's always a song on my mind
One that I like to call, my suicidal thinking
It's the daily grind
It's the song that reminds that i'm still blinking

You'll tell me, "oh, you poor child"
I'm teetertottering on this bridge
Now I've finally reconciled
You won't find me, standing on the ridge

A rift in my time
they're inside my house
Don't you hear the chimes?
Guess I've entered the madhouse

I'm remembering those times when I said goodnight and fell asleep
Now I'm having to wake every hour
Something else will creep
The air that I taste is sour.

I'm standing without purpouse
I'm standing without meaning
I'm standing and wishing
I'm standing and crying
I'm standing and breaking down