I’m not a great writer just a deep thinker, thoughts leak at will and seep into pools of tomorrow made of hope and mixed with sorrow. A residence inside this independent mind flipping through thoughts that flip social norms on their spine while spinning emotions leave me empty but full of faith believing one day we’ll escape. That bottle of water drips at a steady pace pacing between reality and a meaningful dream, but life can often place you in between. maneuvering my way through life’s highways and byways. In the midst of traffic jams I remain grounded while the pen remains firm knowing that this pavement was not paved at random but mapped out with the masters blueprint.