My life is a complex poem, you’d have to read it a few times to truly grasp the concept. The stories, adventures & mistakes are far to rich to take in at once. The thought process are like a sequence of traffic lights, that only shows Green & yellow or Yellow then Green. I haven’t seen a red light in years. My actions are like a Miles Davis song. Wildly free & unorthodox but also melodic and in perfect tune. Reflecting on my collective years ,I know now that I am to afraid to say that I’m afraid. Afraid of wasting great efforts on accomplishments that will later reveal its self as vanity. Afraid of evaporating from the body, while the flesh is still Hungry or Horny. Most importantly afraid of evaporating before I reach my full potential. I would like to meet the Godliest version of myself, In this lifetime. There are still parts of myself that I never met. Through conceptual explorations I am discovering layers of myself I didn’t know exist. Like an onion purchased from a local farmers market there are many layers to oneself. Some layers darker then others. Still bruised from emotional damage from my childhood, I mask it with a smile. Disguising pain with garments of ambition. Using the camouflage of bravery to hide my fears. It’s all a mirage. Running in circles causing me to sweat. If you look closely the sweat is just a tool to hide the tears. They both taste the same. This life is a beautiful illusion. Parts of my journey are inexpressible. You just had to be there to see it for yourself. I’m still connecting the dots, just to find myself back in the center of where it all began.