• Paper for humanity's lost Creativity



    it is the edge you could never see ,because your fingertips
    could never reach your toes. Its the language
    of instincts you forgot how to listen too, like the whispers of
    trees and the timeless wisdom of animals.
    It is the romance and offspring
    of circles, triangles and
    squares liquefying the rainbow.
    It's the everything you forgot how
    create from nothing.

    it is the forgotten grass
    and sand between your toes
    it's the lost faith and sight.

    A clean piece of simple paper,
    gently textured like the skid marks of clouds, the feeling of 'sky high'
    only humble in its delectable vastness.
    Wielding the sky you have become
    its elected decorator.
    Serene is blue melded in green,
    like the cream indigo above a vibrant forest.
    can you taste the scented history of ancient yet assimilated trees?
    you can't can you? you can only taste your own clouded skies
    this hand to this paper the cacophony of humanity's mind it is perfected and honed
    in all its terror and turmoil , it is loved, it is hated,
    and it is a repeated endless cycle.
    but...

    it's when a creator forgets creativity
    it's when the compassionate forget passion
    it's when humanity forgets how to hold a creation with love
    it's when emotion becomes just a motion of survival.

    it's when all is forgotten by humanity and
    i wonder where the hell i am?
    and why the hell did i come down here?