Artistry bleeding out of my pours, wishing they understood me so that they could embrace my love.

Instead of fraying away like a child fears her fathers voice.

Mimicking what is shown...mocking what is heard. They scatter around like raindrops on a window seal...waiting to let loose and join together.

But suddenly the the sun comes about...they dry up like seven day old fruit, packaged up and sealed in with no breath of life, forced to be contained through a man-made system.

I can relate to the thought of you, you can elevate to the power of truth.

Dwell within yourself and speak freedom for the only thing missing is the truth that you have yet to recognize within yourself!