(The Illusion)

I must admit, I feel it, Fear.

Fear of the unknown. 

Roaming the streets of Paris at 4 am by myself. 

It’s cold.

With no capital I have no where to stay 

No one to call

No where to go

I ask myself, where does this fear reside but within myself?

Therefore I am the creator 

So this means I can also be the destroyer of this idea called fear

 

(The destruction)

How can I truly be fearful here? It’s beautiful!

The monuments, statues and land marks are here with me.

I found myself in a situation where I can do nothing but be patient.

I can’t wait by sitting, so I draw and write.

There’s God within Art.

I can’t describe it any other way.

 

(The Reflection)

I understand no matter what the circumstance, I walk, stand, and sit with the Truth.

I needed to face myself in the dark, face the world in the dark.

To truly see who is who & what is what. 

I looked at a building that I assumed to be just a picture covering  undone construction.

I looked up to the moon and prayed asking to help me distinguish the truth from the false. 

I look again to the building, it became lit with lights.

The building was no allusion.

Jehovah is here with me.

 4am in the dark sketch

4am in the dark sketch