This simple, complicated life.

The Poet.

- Messy room. Messy desk. Messy mind.

Papers everywhere.

Scribbles anywhere.

Heaven of a heart,

Hell of a mind.

Where flowers grow is art

but, where is the light?

The same ragged coat;

smoking cigarettes while reading a quote.

Observing the unobserved;

impossible to be unnerved.

Never finding the right words. 

Hating themselves more than they hate writing. 

Wondering if they'll find someone worth for fighting?