Its good to be alive.

I thrive, Mind mine most of the time

Plus I fly; Slide when its time to ride.

Back into a place of nature and creation.

Walk about; You dont know what I’m talking about.

And thats okay.

I breathe with the words of the trees and I…

Write just for me. So comfortably.

Rise up by myself; So I’m in good company.

My space is my temple, A place thats so gentle

So many things I can get into.

From video games to graffiti.

Black book pages with a pencil.

Sobriety and prayer protection; its my selection.

So much ital; thats vital, brings about so many blessings.

What am I writing for and fighting for?

Does it matter when I can die tomorrow?

So live for the day.

Righteously despite the sorrow.