Poem/Rap, whatever you wanna call it.

Two unknown people meet and converse in a dark, damp bar.

April 21, 2012.

Journal entry on April 20, 2012.

A poem about a picture regarding the music of Johnny Cash playing at Folsom Prison.

A letter I never sent.

There are gifted children. There are talented artists. There are advance societies.

Pictures are seen and sometimes felt by the receiver, regardless of the medium.

Many artist enjoy their fans attention but there are some fans who take the obsession to far. They will do anything to get next to their favorite star.

Everyday she does so many things…