2:00 AM

It was 2:00 am

And the growling caged sounds that escaped from the lungs of these men suffocated my boldness

Entrusted into the able hands of panic

As i drowned in a sea of questions

Hoping to float with an answer

Fear hung around my neck like the pendant of a necklace

Redundant in my comforting pretentious smile

I started thinking

Will my life be colorful as i imagined

Has my life story been SCRIPTED by CHRIST

Or am i an artwork pending

Will i be painted by broken crayons

Or will i be a work carefully perfected

Will the canvas of my flesh experience beauty

Or will i die hoping to be heard across earth

Will i die writing poetries

Or will i travel cities spreading the word like @preston and @jackie hill perry

I need answers

And till i get them

I remain chained in the arms of midnight excavating fossils of questions

I remain in this fear freezed moment

Food for thought