Greatness

It’s written in my conscious 
It’s stored in my heart 
And echoes in my spirit 

I hang on to this feeling 
Like a son hanging on to his father’s words
The identity of my greatness has yet to be discovered 

I myself have not discovered it yet...

I’m on a constant Odyssey 
A Journey that I can only take 
A journey that I only understand 
A journey that is mine

Mine alone.

X is a writer based out of Central California. He draws inspiration from conversations with friends and his own personal experiences. His passion for writing stems from the need to change his thoughts into something tangible that can be felt and experienced. He strives to find new ways to tell his stories and the stories of others. He also aspires to show people that we are more alike than we are different.