It is what it is in itself
Yet to the observer it’s what you make of it
Luminous linguistic strings, dimensions of emotion and forms of expression
Yes i am a freak of abstraction, the very basis of the fabrication of my universe
Neither is it a language for the weak hearted, nor the oblivious novice.
I am that complicated blend or so I was told.
I do not fit a particular mould rendered outstanding.
I neither choose to conform nor toll the line.
May colours resemble all that is. It may not always make sense.
But I have learned the sense in being comfortable in me.
And it is found in exploring all the colours that make up me.
I was made to last
My being was never yours to grasp
The romantic rebel
Enigmatic, He made it that way
Made me that way
Session hosted by Jay Jay
©Poetritis Nirvana S11