Open/Closed

Feeling content in the Kindom of my soul because on the outside noone can see deep enough in my eyes so my story's still untold. In the closed I'm open. In the open I'm closed. The real in me isn't what you really see if when you first see me you first say "I think..." because the bud if my rose is closed to those who, without viewing the center, just suppose. In the closed I'm open. In the open I'm closed. Feeling sometimes that true live will never find I yet I find true love in my own mind. Why? Because the love for I will never die so I remain closed in the open yet open on the inside-Kristian w/a "K"
Written Summer 2003