new commitments lounge on my frontal lobe awaiting contemplation from my egos bliss as my pencil touches paper i can not help but think of my faults that make me flawed so often do we forget that we’re made in the image of god i am not a muse of comfort or predictable endings i’m rather a woman who seeks adventure and spontaneous highs dreaming of a robust future while dealing with pieces of ruins making mental maps and touching new grass i know that i always can count on tomorrow