Job Welime

To my creator.

I\'m like a tornado, a wave that\'s just waiting to crash into your warm embrace,
I want you to paint me out to whatever that you wish,
I want my colours to speak more of you than it does of me, 
Disappear me from this situations that, I do not want in my existence,to a whole new world that I belong,
Fix my heart in a way that makes this cracks look cute,restore my crescent shaped smile,put some cash in my pocket and don\'t let me brag about it at all,
Help me be at peace, let me not over analyze the past and stress about what is unknown and ahead of me, 
Let me be present in the moments Infront of my eyes,
In this space between not yet and someday, please help me to live gracefully.