The scent of green tea drifts
Pages upon pages of meaningless destiny
Here and yet already in a future I have painted
I am unsettled
I am and will be a mold of my own fashion
Cages…I fashion cages measured to me
I find the boundaries I place upon myself the most daunting
I am my mind
I am and will be in my own mentality
It hurts to fight with your own face
Battered by my own need
To question
To challenge
To become
That’s it then.
I am never here
I am, and will always be, in a state of becoming…