one thing about me ? i don’t come to play!

i got time, any day!

i was the child, kicked out of recess!

my undress of express kept all the teachers frustrated ! they couldn’t keep up with my questions they deemed outdated !

this didn’t mean i didn’t have any fun : rather i exposed my hypothetical analysis to the one and only sun! a light steadily shining even when my energy is ran over done!

sketching with my eyes on the drawing board of my intention!

varied are the options laid out at the convention !

a zoom invite, a date to dance with what might be dim or bright!

out on the prowl as my midnight sensibilities strike like an hooting owl

wisely rotating my neck, in every direction!

peeping at the secluded cross-section!

with inclination to imagine : a minds creation embodying an elusive ASMR sedation.

relaxation: plugging into your ears – vibrations drawing a sketch that blends into the summary of all years.

everyday a piece to the puzzle is added together
irrespective of the storm or what is split or feathered

a moment written into a draft, being sketched and positioned as an malleable personalized craft!

lines made via the mind’s eye window, are floors and levels of skyscrapers, blending into an ongoing higher crescendo!

eventful glances , my pupils and fingers fetch to conclude my latest sketch

my appearance looks troublesome, while i’m nervously smacking down this bubble gum!

but they call me sketcher, cuz my flow is guaranteed to land you on the stretcher!

i get it : that was a wild assertion!

leaving your cognition to scramble in desertion..

now you trying to figure out what was just said or how to get out of code red!

this is an impending sketch that still, speaks in your head…

up until the shape and form, is laid out – onto your made up bed!