To find it....gone mad

Its already written

my job is to let my blood 
like my heart 
my soul

all energy flow over its creases
of pores of molecules

AS they eventually becomes what you see

your interpretation is sometimes life experiences.....
knowledge.....selfishness......or just you

in me there is none but me...
the sweat are my results of moods

it was never blank

there is always love on mine....most times

like my mind...it caresses

the fingers shakes a quiver with my pen
link to the ink of the paint.....

nonesense speak
at times if you do not understand...my profile
its already there my job is to find it.

between the sheets i search....

it is never blank.