nothing

my view is quiet but loud 

using my inner thoughts to express a emotion i felt off the image of what i seen

or i use the image I've seen to express my inner thoughts

its always a picture that i may have a story for 

or a passage that is repeatable 

my art is loud but quiet 

catch my self sometimes not feeling apart of the world

inside is like the galaxy that has yet been discovered 

got ya planets tryna to line up with the tune of ur soul

the sound of ya step or the pace of ur mind is the atmosphere 

somewhat unrecoverable not meaning to be but u hide yaself

using my words as expression that sometimes is not understandable to what people call ya "normal" civilization but whats even worst is when ur also misunderstood and  not understandable to ur own kind man that shit is hectic

then all of a sudden the rhythm stops the rhythm you had grasped stops and is now just slipping through ur fingers figure it wasn’t meant 

then u have nothing 

just had everything now  its gone and u don’t have nothing 

a picture of absolutely nothing can say a lot