Always searching
never learning
thirsting for answers
that may quench
pouring of words
simple words
incomplete thoughts
drifting past my ears
click clack
constant murmuring
swift steps
grating at my nerves
all this fusing and fighting
tares the thread
that makes like clear

My eyes
i think they might fall
this head of mine
is heavy

how do i hold it up?
why must i continue
to stay Awake

my body moves
but i have no control
no more true thoughts

what are true thoughts?
is any thought true
and what is truth
but my own meager
understanding

Of life

see, i make no sense
my head is...
clouded
like drowning dreams

i love all things art, the shadows and color make up a whole different world. I started painting six years ago, i used to doodle and sketch on my homework and tests, until my mom bought me some water colors and a painting pad. its been love from there. i also love music may it be jazz, blues, indie, alternative rock, classical, all music is powerful. I used to be in the drama club and i played Betty Blast the burger lady(Foot Loose) i think i only had like 4 lines but i fit the part i can't skate on four wheels lol only roller blades but acting was fun.however i think i liked singing the best, it was like when the music comes out of my mouth i go to a different plane on existence i no longer exist and neither does the audience. There is power in colors, words, and music.