Writing, looking for answers;
Unfolding layers, releasing emotions.
Scrolling across bits of paper, a vision, a mission;
A dance with mortality.
A mirror of reality, a choice, a voice, a second skin.
A conception, a intervention, a condition of percpetion.
Writing, searching, finding a answer.
Painting with words, with my soul as a dancer.
Who will read?
Endless puzzles, sensations and revelations all in context.
Words are not complex, the story is.
How is this?
Because you are looking in.
I am a window, the glass has two sides,
Looking in as your looking out, forward and rewind.
As the writing fills