theres a line inside of all of us
it cannot be seen but only felt
inside of that line is what makes us who we are
and it is up to us to decide what to keep within those bounds
every now and then someone will attempt to push your line
they may even be pushing from the inside because the a part of what defines you
although it may be confusing
you have to know what is worth keeping and loosing


being here now is sort of strange
it better than before
but uncomfortable
i know i complained about being comfortable before
but only because out of discomfort i can grow
i know this
im really just a seed
or was
i shouldnt think too much of myself

regardless of all
i can be thankful
because everything around me has been created by me
im truly the architect, artist, and director of my life