Looking over the vast emptiness of life, down towards the deep abyss where my heart once lay. I wonder if there is any point in seeking what is behind the façade; curious to see if I will stand in awe of what I will find…you. Viewing the dark horizon, it looms heavily over the high precipice on which I currently stand. From deep within the well, the empty void…I hear a thump, a pulse…like a shockwave, it emanates from the chasm quaking the ground, dropping me to my knees…
I am an artist and poet, I am passionate…I am laid back one of most laid back people you will ever meet. I take from my constantly active imagination, many things…some foreign, others familiar…from this constantly active, constantly running machine that is the gray matter residing under my skull cap…I create short stories, long stories, novels, movies, music, a never ending pulsating rhythm with multiple intersecting bass lines, and a beat that heeds only to the rhythm of another heart. An intrigue that has pulled some and pushed away others…
I am creative and spontaneous…hmmm, rhythmic vibrations… Passion flows through most of what I do, and some of what I say…this is me...
I am real…Could I be the still waters that run deep…Leave behind your fear, please believe you will not falter, there's no danger here, you can breath in clear blue water…
I once again am real, I do not play with heads nor emotions…though you strike my intrigue, I seek the person behind the mask, the façade I am presented with… To see if your smile will captivate me, if your eyes will entrance me, your everything entice me to be more than I am... to be yours… Will you allow fear, or uncertainty to control your heart, or will you watch it shatter in the face of my passion…
After this, do you still wish to meet me?
Or do you believe these to be empty words that echo long after the source has gone...
And so I ask... "Can you, see the truth of who and what I truly am?"
