To The Keepers Of The Chronicles Poem by Lois Aideloje

I am a dreamer. Does it matter if I am a day or night dreamer?
Sometimes, I spend so much time in my thoughts and begin to loss fragments of reality.
Maybe that's why I care less about the voices screaming at me and listen more to the quiet ones within me.

My mind is my canvas, my thoughts my brush while words are my paints. Depending on the colour I choose to see as an artist, I can immortalize you on the pages of my heart and still leave eternal imprint on yours.

I own the canvas, brush and chooses my paints carefully so, I can do no wrong for there's no such thing as a 'mistake' in art.

Sometimes, my brush fail me, my canvas refuses to magnify my work still I strive to thrive for I know grace ease and pave ways

So, to the keepers of the chronicles, I hope you keep what needs to be kept and discard what shouldn't for I will rather adore and adorn you with my words.