I don't see the world the way that you do.
I see colors and shapes
I see people and places
Where others may only see a brick wall
Or a fall.
I look in the mirror and the shapes spiral out
The words pour from my fingertips like water from a spout.
My brush and my pencils are powerful things.
My pen is a sword
I don't have a voice
But I have these outlets
And I will strive to ignite a spark within the hearts of all who see
We have a purpose. All of us. One by one.
We were all created by the Creator to have a set place in life
And I was created
To be a Creator