It was always my intention to be transparent but I never thought that I'd come this far because this was only a means to cope and find healing in the afterloss, after all. These rhymes were assembled and created as ventilation with subtle connotations of frustration that reverberated dramatically because of a catastrophe. So when trying to find someone who has it all together, please don't look at me. Like salt to an open wound. Some of these words may sting when applied to the myriad of sores exposed on your manifold. Communication seeps and through pores, it's absorbed because as long as I'm speaking, this message will become harder to ignore. There are conspicuous flaws on every man’s heart and I choose to display mine on this canvas like a tainted piece of art. I really hope you enjoy.