I must admit, I feel it, Fear.
Fear of the unknown.
Roaming the streets of Paris at 4 am by myself.
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
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.
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.