I hope, I dream, for life to envelope my creations. My god-like manifestations. I want, I crave, for the reassurance that I give all I can. I, the selfish egotistical artist contriving ways to speak for the ones who can’t.
Remember when life took hold? Remember how I fit inside you?
Constant thinking, spent and unrested. I create.
Touching your thoughts. Dreaming your wants.