Europa's Space Of Poetry

I have a lot to enunciate, especially when you’re forced into a certain isolation. I always think to myself, whether or not the energy I’ve been sowing is coming back in a peculiar form of reciprocation.

I’m tired of being wired to be there when I truly may not be needed; if my result keeps being the same why do I allow it to be repeated?

I am always indifferent; I get paranoid when I feel an uneasy spirit. I only want my hard work to pay off like anyone else; I’m doing my best, without taking short-cuts, or hitting below the belt.

my time is drawing near; none of my dreams will go undone, or disappear…