• amazinglanre 31w


    In the vastness of this world I choke on my thoughts.
    In abundant serenity, I quiver
    Drowning in my thoughts I grab at straws.
    Deeper i sunk.

    Like a Phoenix rising from ashes
    I am alive.
    Free like a bird.
    My thoughts my own.
    The Canvas my world.
    I paint without restrain, my thoughts I scribble.
    In this world time ceases to exist.
    I am my Maker.

    She comes alive like a fateful dream.
    She heals my broken spirits.
    She pacify my indulgence.
    I will build a stature for you, I promised.
    She giggles,
    Paint a portrait for me she insisted.
    For in my Canvas she comes alive!