Becoming Once again I am becoming … Who? I don’t really know Those secrets she doesn’t Deem for me to know, At least not yet. Every step, Every word, Leads me closer To her. This me, That I will be … tomorrow And in the tomorrow’s To follow.
Pieces of Me bit by bit these pieces of mecollide f r a g m e n t s of identity d i s s i p a t e Imperceptibly Into The Sky
Silent words echoWithin the heartsHidden chambersUntold storiesYearningTo seekTheir wings.Fly,My dear onesDanceWith the starsReturning homeTo my onceQuiet Heart
What color shall I paint my heartFor all the worldTo see? What is the brush strokeThat would allowThe worldTo trulySeeMe?