Europa's Space Of Poetry

I have so many talents; I end up doing so many things, that it becomes useless. my mind is always streaming, as if my thoughts are running background; you can’t see how it looks, but you can see how it sound…

I just want it to stop sometimes so that my mentation can sync; and it doesn’t, so I begin to feel myself sink. I do my best to grasp the essence of my abilities and it’s achievements; it gives me fuel to have something to believe in.

I have so many dreams listed as goals; doing all I can besides selling my soul. venting positivity, manifesting my words into a reality of my control.