Dear reader,
I often times ponder about life and I also wonder...

Life is an ice cube
floating in this glass of Earth...

Within the night, a black leather book rests on...
just like your head does on my lap...

I think I was submerged so deeply under water
that now that I have swum towards the surface...

Scribbling down the road,
with steps sharpened by my past...

I can't help but feel the way I do...
It's like there you are...

I am a thorn
Ingrown in my own heart...

Yeah yeah,
there’s the pillow...

The truth is...
a key on my keyboard...

The time has come to leave my home,
and be just like a seed of love...

I’m stuck in a circle
circling ‘round and ‘round...

Okay younger me, it might sound crazy or dumb or...
You got to know, that God is Love...