scribbling scratching thoughts unhatching detaching from the latch and opening the treasure box treasured socks for treasured shoes we all walk the path we choose or atleast could choose to make that our attitudes boo i am not a ghost as of yet but yet i am fluid moving history the future is just part of the wave of my hand and i stand displaying this magic on the page again and again but it doesnt take me to show the trees magic the stories are written in more then human text i bless with all i have here to express the blessed graffiti sweaTS