a blank page

a blank page. the moments before the idea. the moment where confusion, frustration, desire, and amazement fills the imaginer. these moments are what we are made of. the hope of the creative spirit. it fills me with a new insight ,a new beauty each ,and every time. it fills me. this one moment before realization, makes me whole. makes me young. makes an energy flowing through me. as if a river flows through my vanes. i can see the colors. feel everything. this is where i am alive. those moments are the moments a live for.

bashful

i have always been bashful might as well have called me bambi. in the end will i be? will i be the same little kid that i was when i first met him? first heard him? am i even the same now? in this crazy world am i just the Beeton in a bright city, that laughs at emotions. that feeds off of fear. will i ever been the same after looking into those (put the color of eyes you wish here) eyes? no. i won't. i will never be the same bashful 13 year old that wondered a little to far away from home, that was shown the real world.
No. i will never be the same