The more I know I am not made for my own.
The more I feel the air waves caused by movement,
The more I know that my dreams keep me alive.
The more I see with my eyes closed,
The more I realize my real call.
The more I can almost touch the images in my mind,
The more I want to enhance the beauty around me.
Let me bring out what I see…
Allow me to show you what I see…
Dream away little one…
The dream is always alive.
Could I teach myself art?…