Hunger: The need to feed.

I go silently during this buzy day, yet I need to hear my soul breathing.

So I turn off my phone, computer, and see the blank spaces within time that motivate me. To look where no one else is paying attention too. It is an experience and dream that I need too feed.

To create and produce, because I know that I am not a shadow nor the sun, but somewhere in between being lost and found. To prevent my self from getting trampled on, loosing myself, I create. I will not take in my days silently, but toil within them, mess with them, falter, fall and get up in disgust until I get them right. Somewhere within all of that exercise, brilliance and God works through me.

I become.