New Year

last year had been a year of change. Things seemed to get better then dramatically worst. It's a privilege to now be in 2011. This year from the start seems to be the beginning of beauty. I have this thought in my head that is shapeless and formless, but is beauty in it's entirety. Through music, lullaby notes, and countless productions I'm being filled with art again. Though the negatives of the past haunt the progression of the coming times the attempts at tripping my feet have gone unnoticed. But a new melody fills the air i as lay my lead across this Caucasian page, to leave noir expressions to duplicate God's images my eyes see. I thank the God of my ancestors for the gift of air in my lungs and windows to look out of that internal lays my own gift. I am blessed and 2011 is the time to be so.