I am here but not here.
Floating in higher dimensions.
Paradoxes where creative ideas whisper to me.
Begging to be grounded in this earthly realm.
I write them with ease like they were already written.
They were just waiting for me to discover their existence.
Paradoxes that only artists can find.
Some find their path through a hazy means.
Some find their path through nightly dreams.
Some find their path through day dreams.
I find my path in deep contemplation.
It\'s my sacred gift to create.
To float without thinking of time.
Airy epiphanies that are only mine.
Airy thoughts I grasp for through,
rapid movements with my pen.
Airy realizations waiting to be
discovered.
A power bestowed upon me,
at birth from the universe.