I am an endless array of chaos. Finding comfort in disarray as perfection is not bliss. If I am perfect then who is God?
I am an organized meshwork. Of emotion and thoughts only God and kindred spirits can comprehend. I make every morning a chance to my ways mend.
I am that eeves dropper to greatness and I echo it to all who have ears, even though not all will listen.
I am in constant awe of the sun trading places with the moon, a captivating sight that is a privilige to witness.
I am a barefoot fanatic, for who would not want to feel and connect with the very ground they walk on?
I am a lover, pasionate and vengeful with a neverending river of love, live and laughter, though deprived at times, though held back at times in caution, it is a gift and I wear it with pride.
I am a mountaineer, with near magical stride, trudging this steep terrain called "chasing dreams"
I am the tune to which birds sing, the echo in the thicket, the undying urge to be myself but I HAVE TO FIND HER FIRST.
My life is a pursuit of myself. A creature so near yet so far from comprehension.
I am WOMAN