Vibes

God is my scissors, cutting open my heart anytime my feelings touch my spirit, he helps me grow up, through making me sheer with holes infinite, skin see through, bone deep, I owe my art to him. Giving back the revealing that he unveiled, its not me, honestly its his doing. I’m just a canvas that became broken, my art might as well be him, and he might as well be my art, cause my reflections came from directing what was lost to his connection, I am an artist but I happen to forget where I came from sometimes, I get lost easily, but God seems to always find me.