I’m so perturbed, The heat disturbs me little. Bird don’t mind to be. But big bird frying in the kettle. Hot grease. So now I’m walking dead. The avoiding caress Of choosing love instead. Looking but not seeking. Seeing nothing riddled with the meaning, Kadia you are here. Peer as long as your eyes hunger To…
The older I get, the more I feel the same. As if I’m learning more about myself just to realize I am exactly who I’ve always been. With much more understanding but not as much as I need yet. The flow been moving my bones since I was zero years old So low and behold…
Poem on moments.
We all can make America great.
This is the art for my song Humanistic Wishes. It is a song about me and my confusion about how to thrive in my life. Here is a link to the video I created for it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pDKutLIY8X8 If you enjoy it, don’t forget to subscribe.
Pine Tree Views
Out my mind more often than not.