Ensutee

Ever found yourself walking through a forest all alone? The wind tearing, the cold biting, sending earthquakes through every bone. But you keep walking  looking for the perfect tree. The tree in which to build your house, the perfect place for you to be. It is a hard journey one that you were forced to take. And once you find that perfect tree, you find that there has been a mistake. No matter how much you did how hard you tried. You find that what should be yours is already taken, already occupied. So you light a match and burn what you see. Being careful with the flames, not to damage or hurt the tree. Watching the house burn yo

    I land with my feet on the wall.     The wall turning into a ladder.     A ladder which leads me away.     Away from the boredom of routine. I am an artist. Painting the city with my hands and feet. Leaving footprints high above your head, as i toyingly pass from roof to roof. The city is my playground, my playground is the city. A playground that never decays, The city is always evolving. with evolution comes change, and with change comes new possibilities. Possibilities that I can explore. My hands cannot stop climbing!