by joetwo

I am toeing the fine line between sickness and health

The ever thin separation of can and can’t

The boundry of love and hate

The wall keeping hope from despair

I stand across the boundry of joy and sadness

I look across the fence of knowledge and ignorance

My heart holds both the certainty of faith and the chaos of nothing

I am many things

My heart holds many facets, ways of seeing the world

I am more than one word, one way of looking at things

I am complicated, but so are we all

Life makes us so, the roads travelled, people we meet, all change us

Effect us, make us who we are

Add threads to the tapestry that is weaved by fate

The wonderful artwork that is our lives.