Taught by my own pen

<p>A patient of uncertainty, laying on my sickbed admiring vanity, the ugly beauty of being alive. The freedom of survival, an example of the birds in the sky Lost in my thoughts, i pick a friend whose blood is louder than my voice, A pen.
Magic, as it brings my thoughts alive, playing out a reality of choice.
After spilling blood on the lines, words come alive, i sit back and learn, the process of being taught by my pen. LIMAN</p>