A lot of things come to us at the wrong time in our lives.
Some come in for the rescue.
For all the better, to save us from ourselves .
To provide us with the experience so that we may inhale and exhale our imperfections and stir into our greatness.
I fell in love with poetry like a 15 year boy sneaking his first kiss.
Once I got a taste of something magical , I didn't want to let go of it .
I started to mold my art by, giving my words freedom letting the words
run freely as if they had no control .
When you love something you wanted it to rise to its greatest potential.
The same as you would do in a relationship .
You want what you have to blossom ,and not suffocate it with restrictions
Only to let things comes as they are.
Be who they are .
Be who you are .
When I picked up the pen it was magic , even when I didn't realize it .
But ya see when I got a hold to the microphone ,I fell in love .
We all became connected , like one soul on one accord.
When you stop over thinking and just go for what you know .
That's when your true self will show.
I've learned that it takes true,consistency to win the race not speed .
Slow and steady will get you there .
Keep loving .
Keep growing .