Rarely do I ever let anyone inside of my thoughts. My hopes and desires. When I speak in Rhythm and Rhyme it is for the purpose of letting my heart sing with the song I have written on my soul! I allow the notes from the tunes of my youth to dance off my tongue. In this concert of harmony that echoes through tears I see myself on the other side of a room. A more complete version of myself, mature, and resolute. I weep with the understanding of what could be if only I could get myself out of the way. With each season of my life I notice that the distance, between these two versions of me, are shrinking. The gap is closing.
But with each step that is lessened I sense another emotion that boils within; rage. Rage for letting so many trivial events in life that attempt to widen that gap rob me of this oneness. Out of the corner of my eye I notice my Heavenly father sitting down in observance, however with each conquest in life I see Him leaning forward a little more and more. As if to indicate to me His increasing