I am writing this as my heart sits on top of Love.

I am afraid, but I am still standing.

I have grown so very large, I am always followed by an ego…

Thus, I look ahead and begin to get ahead of myself.

And then I write poetry, because the mighty lord told me that he needed my help.

To write as much as I can… He is pulling those weeds out, and ugly scars — as he pulls out suffering humans from hell.