Understanding,
My fingers speak volumes with what I hold inside; Revered with such earnest affliction, this strained addiction of the depiction I use to outline my life becomes my estranged surprise.
I am humble over the simple idea of all that I know, and to show my precocious personality flow, I evoke axiomatic wisdom and stir it fast, backwards three times slow to pore over my emotional plateau.
I reveal collated trinkets of the way I think, and spread about a very concealed wide open mouth of the contrive me, I write about.
Sparks fire simultaneously with consolidated dust balls of the knowledge I release, I live in peace with the best parts of me... meditate in unity with my spirituality and individuality to an unbelievable degree,
I've written reasons and rhymes of this personality defined to a built up insanity of understanding me, and doing so more and more...in time.
No comments:
Post a Comment