It was pathed and created as a smooth road but all of a sudden man puts rocks and bumps in there. Like the beauty of a pointe shoe and the elegance of the foot's poise, but when the satin wrap uncoils its mask of grace the feet are blistered, cut and bruised all from the aesthectics of life abused. I wonder why I observed the things.. Materialist forms of nature.. Although my life came from it's womb... I beg to differ if she loved me... If she love me I would have been born with a free spirit like the winds that blows freely, and no one is to say that my mind does not ponder that if nature loved me then why rain on my birthday, why scorch me with your razor sharp eye and gaze at me all day... But if I choose to look at u... You become brighter so I can not see your true colors within.. But u... U bring clouds when no one needs shade and tell them to hide whenever your eye wants to peep at us and just think how dangerous u can be ...when you have temper tantrums u make peace wish he were fear and fear wish he never existed and love gets stronger because worry gets fatter and then thought comes along and starts to multiply times infinty until u calm down and thoughts move away and love fades while fear becomes himself again and peace well is finally at peace...
Chrissy J
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