I gotta stay in shadows til real sunshine comes that involve me to become a perfect creator that the man in the sky wants me to be,So I can show the world simple things that turns to luxury,
Call me crazy call decretive
but by the time the sun rest..my responds matters beyond anyone who dares to tell me wrong..
I simply watch by day..look by second and count every ounce of happiness that feels my heart.
But from experience that theres another day that unfolds and another chapter to be heard from the hands of the author to mouth of the reader.. To ear of the listener,
whether I want to count happiness than to recognize all my tears I shed that may of not been worth to shed. i fail top realize they may of been,
but now I see but think so I can clear my mind to question myself and ask ,
is anything worth your tears of shed that leaves my view of eyes to my cheek from my cheek to my chin and stay til the wind knock it off like a leave from a broken limb.
This isn't rhyme, or planned speech..this me,
which is me who types these letters to words from soul to heart..
I need check myself because I'm loosing my breath from waiting to become as I type these letter to these words to a creation from this creater...
I lay and lay .. and think about the world today what can I say am I done from writing today..sadly to to say yes I am for today but there always another day to express my letters that will be waiting to become words I need to be the creator I am today.
