The sun at my back and wind in my face
Free from the hurt ,
tired of the fakes.
Looking for comfort,
In places I should not.
My heart’s the bass.
My mind is alert.
Soul is the conductor.
My body the cult.
I'm a writer at heart with artistic tendencies.In my writing,my nerves are calm and calculating, but when speaking the words fail to exit my mouth in an orderly fashion,often ending in embarrassing moments.