Sometimes it feels like every move Is the wrong one Like I'm reaching out but whatever I touch crumbles some days I wake up thinking today I'm gonna get it right but I don't and my efforts fold in...

I still remember the first time I tried.When I picked up the brush and the paint dried.I started creating a world all my own. And over the years ,I had grown.They tell me,it won't get anywhere.Just sit and watch. To tell...

I tell my story the way I wish someone else would hear it Clouded and cloaked in my point of view Hoping that one day, someone will pick it up and read it objectively And try to find the  symbolism and themes I never intended And think about how they would...