The Writers of time, of past and the now, has always captured the heart of the matter.
What I feel inside is blowing up, setting my blood on fire. As I dive deep into something I don’t know, wings catch me and lift me up.
Higher and higher, up I go. Ascending the time trap, seeing it all ind birds eye view.
For the first time in what feels like forever, I finally have come to the ultimate place.
A place of Love, a place where I can create whatever I want, in the eyes of the All.
This is it. Finally I am home.
The Mystical Poet 