Lost & Found in Paris

(The Illusion)

I must admit, I feel it, Fear.

Fear of the unknown. 

Roaming the streets of Paris at 4 am by myself. 

It’s cold.

With no capital I have no where to stay 

No one to call

No where to go

I ask myself, where does this fear reside but within myself?

Therefore I am the creator 

So this means I can also be the destroyer of this idea called fear

 

(The destruction)

How can I truly be fearful here? It’s beautiful!

The monuments, statues and land marks are here with me.

I found myself in a situation where I can do nothing but be patient.

I can’t wait by sitting, so I draw and write.

There’s God within Art.

I can’t describe it any other way.

 

(The Reflection)

I understand no matter what the circumstance, I walk, stand, and sit with the Truth.

I needed to face myself in the dark, face the world in the dark.

To truly see who is who & what is what. 

I looked at a building that I assumed to be just a picture covering  undone construction.

I looked up to the moon and prayed asking to help me distinguish the truth from the false. 

I look again to the building, it became lit with lights.

The building was no allusion.

Jehovah is here with me.

4am in the dark sketch

4am in the dark sketch

Posted on December 16, 2016 and filed under paris, blog.