Tangled ~

These ivory keys brought light to my sight once darkened by the bullshit of yesterday’s struggles. The sound of each beat makes my body tremble within making brail across my skin. Sun kissed from the stars above, this gravity so strong it has me bound in place, a feeling one cannot describe through words alone. As a child we struggle with the tangled mess of shoe lace vines, yet as an adult we are burdened with the confusion of silent political crimes. This life we live is so cluttered with expectations and standards of what we should be not who we are, who we should become not what we are destined to be. When do we stand for our name, when do we allow our word to be the standard rather than the dangerous promise Game. Washed by the ocean of my sins from yesterday’s tomorrow, tears cascade down my face from tomorrow’s past leaving me sad in sorrow.