I just enjoy being able to get all my thoughts line up in a train of thought so narrow and straight that I never wanna look back and remember the old days. How can I elevate!? How can I put my words to paper that people want to read and I want to hear spoken on stadiums where the listener knows what the writer is trying to convey, a message of disarray. Material things are clouding me, my judgement has been swayed. Please, pray. Pray for me, sing for me, hug me in public, and accept my love. I am so ready to start giving it after I’ve always given too much, can’t wait to see what I do for someone who appreciates me the first time around instead of slamming me into doors and stomping on me on the ground. A rough man has always been my darkest cloud. Carrying over me, wreaking havoc on the country while storms blow past annotating me. I am anointed. I aim to be the best me I can be, only in Gods kingdom will we be truly free. Can’t wait to share my testimony. A beautiful love story with grief and pain. Please stay tuned; my story isn’t over yet.