Stages of Life ~

Twisted cavities of my mind feed my appearance of who I have become, a magical crime not to all but just to some. Stolen victories across my youth push my hands to deliver pain, never questioning what was to gain. Enduring through the growth of my mind, body and soul, I learned that one must allow the pressure in order to grow. To slow the rise within my blood was an art in my teens, I learned that patience grew through a closed mouth and open mind or so it seemed. Rouge was my nature in my early adult days, principles not present because rebellion was eclipsed over my self praise.