My thoughts… the one I reside into every minute of everyday, the one I talk to when I’m staring in front of a mirror watching myself think…

My words… from the moment I wake til the moment I sleep, my words quenches my thirst… yet i am still parched…

My canvass… the one I make love to in most days, the one I scar with my knife and my hands, and bleed with endless colors of my paint…

My naivety… without it why am I still in search…

My heart… no longer ice, no longer battered, no longer lent… it is whole, beating, it is mine… I hold it in my hands and placed it on a crystal glass… so that people can see that it’s there, beating, but for no one to touch…

My windows… lent to the people around me…

My gemstones… the friends that I keep inside my window…

My memories… collected treasures of the many who touched my soul…

My freedom… Bathe in me, I am rain falling from the sky, but water, it dries before you can hold it…breathe me I am air, it will brush against your skin, but you cannot own it…

The Romeo in me… I am and will always be a Romeo dressed in gown (a little laugh and a smile then a voice asks, ‘sounds gay?’ a reply, ‘Yes, that I am.’)

My hands… my gift, and to the endless possibilities that it aims to create…

The music in me… it lulls the combustion of thoughts inside my head, so that I continue to live grounded…

My happy feet… I am Mambo, I always bring back the fish ;)

The stories that I create… makes up the life that I live…

The hole in my soul… I continue to fill up the pieces… to this truth Thursday, a tiny dot closed up…