i breathe like the end, each day is a drop granted from life, i realize a world i try to explain, but i can never dream of capturing it in its entirety for i know that i am too weak for that discovery and if life were short for me than what i expect, then so be it. weather may change, time shall run away and i shall fade to death, yet i try as i suffer through the lands of fantasy, walking miles across mountains and rivers, to gift you a drop of the dream i see in my heart, in the form of poems, images, and everything that will inspire you, i believe that this is the only thing i am here for. love to all.
Need to be a poet today
Need to share my thoughts
There is a rushing of the storms in my heart
And the words are fighting innumerable wars
On the battlefields of my conscience
There is a restless heart
Beating fast
So fast that even the drums might seem feeble
And the banging is against a chest
So full and heavy with feelings
I wish to share
But beware
There is a flood that is waiting to begin.
