this feeling, its more than just a feeling.

in itself a brand new being.

a new outlook a new day, every day.

i layer ideas in my head as if it is cold,

art gives the warmth of a sweater 19

years old.

my brain grins, my thoughts spin.

and i love gettin so blissfully lost in it.

your heart 

beats and 

your soul 

speaks.

if you were a bluebird, you'd fly in through my window.. if i was a butterfly i'd land right on your nose. and kiss you lightly from your head to your toes.

and only the dirt knows 

when the flowers choose to rise.

up from the

 roots, pebbles and insects combined.

ones arrogance can expand another's ego.

theres no doubt from your so called hate I GROW.

i would like to kiss my mind, this occurs about

8 to 10 times a day. and its all because

i make life rhyme and i hit PLAY.

all the shit you talk, and the bullshit you stand for 

wont matter years from now. 

why worry? why hate? 

lifes about what we can 

give and create!