seeing, living, breathing, eating and shitting.
My life is a cycle, expansion, growth, contraction, evaluation.
Who chose this song!
Who chose this song!?
I simply will not comply.
Birthed from a dragon, my skin just different.
Been different, sat under the tree the apple DID fall.
I am a dragon I am a crayon I am a butterfly on the wind.
Unchained, unearthed, roaming the 7 seas.
Coins on me, searching for booty.
Feeling each step with my toes, find my mind? Yes, I did indeed.
I invite you, to join yourself. To birth yourself into newness, into originality, into divinity.
Give yourself a present today, the present of presence, allowing you to be whomever you want to be, whomever you need to be. You have my permission ... do you have yours?
