as the sun makes its flight across the sky,
giving way for the moon to shine,
i take my place,
alone in this eternal place.

the images i see,
i try to place on paper,
but they float around in my mind,
never ending.

this is my magic,
at least thats what i call it,
the world that i created on paper,
my imagination.

i write my stories, songs and poems.
i draw my pictures everyday,
not for me, but for the world to see.
not perfect, but for thee.

not everyone agrees that what i write is just, or undisturbing.
they dont like the fact that i do what i feel.
placing my emotion into the things that i create.
they call it my mistake.

i let the world see to much of myself.
but oh well, i guess thats what it has to be.
but enjoy the things that i make for you to see,
a glimpse into my mind, not something you'll always get to see.