

Cluttered thoughts, Scramble and run through our minds. In blinks of an eye, We can leave them all…
just messing around dreams in graphite on paper just sketching horses begins white on black dreaming colors not…
When you find your tribe, hold onto them and walk away from the rest! Â #HopeLives #JustBelieve #LoveChangesPeople
A revised poem, rewritten from the original in 2014. You can view that poem, No Colors Here on…