Equates 2- Part One

An artist pulled away from a feverish attempt to release passion as an outlet...
Equates 2 part 1.
I'm training.
My mind.............
Numbness.
Writers block?
Where is MY fly paper at? To help ignite my ability to just say... coating my infinite power of knowledge like sticky hair spray.
Cheese like tumbles inside my tummy and I feel like little red riding hood as I lay upon my yellow moon.
Odd and organized I'm an ideal person from my own conclusions. I'm able to withdraw my passion from the nectar of my soul and spill it out into thick pancake thoughts. One drafted definition in the letters I spell, forward flashes of descriptions, delegating my minds eye. Its a telling tale of tactics- perception is reality- and that is my truth of the times.