Starvation


I my future yet to come I write these words from starvation.
I am a hunter in a world fashion
searching for my goods, and I refuse
to stop until I'm full of satisfaction
of how to run my own business. Of how
to get away from this environment of
boredom that makes my creativity go
wild. I search for the right wind that
is satisfied. so maybey one day I can
reach a land where predictor
meets prey. The day God feedeth
me the strength and the power of
persuasion. The eye of flavor, the
style of flavor, a sense of taste. A
land where he feedeth me the knowledge
of time. How time runs; time
management is a heart beat in this
fashion industry. Money is time and
time is money. fashion is the thing I
must know to survive.
Deeply existing in me, the star of a
stylist live in search of consolation.
Searching for my true foundation, the
knowledge to know where to go. The
light that gives me the courage to
speak. That gives me the Mike where
fashion speaks fearlessly without a
dout.

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