The Truth is that im fire , a hot breath in my own desires ,i am my worst enemy a knife that cuts deeper than any sword , the truth is that i am power a burning need to surpass my own limitations,but in realialtyi stare at a blank canva and see a single back dot amongs the white a single imperfetion against an otherwise perfect stream i often wonder where or when this black dot would reveal its cestial form why it should constantly haunt me i went to the mirror and the identity of the dot is me holy and unholy ,human and not simply a star in Gods eye simply TRUTH.