memoirs of a pianist.

i

she walks towards the 28th door

more scars are visible now

a long way down to paradise

ii

growing crops in a distant land

fresh water and clean sand 

this is where i live 

iii

the city plays a circle game 

there’s no real way out or in

everything overlaps 

trends followed as law 

drinking water inside of plastic

iv

cold waterfalls

sharp rocks 

fresh fruit

kisses 

v

i look all artsy

but really the inner me

wants to get the fuck out of here

* thanks to those who still follow. lots of poems and art coming your way. art for is about lifetimes of lessons and love and acceptance. it is a timeline and a journey. no real set destination but my goal is to find myself fully and fall in love with myself fully so my talents can blossom. one love💚