Osledge Odisto

Sometimes at night I jump. Jump into a new place, new ideas... "Osledge Odisto" The name came forth in my brain, so I grab a pen to write it down. The pen fractures in my hand, and I am cut. I am reminded of how grateful I am for this blood pumping through me. This body of skin and bone and tissue -- Excuse me. I sneezed and woke up. What was it, what was I thinking of? I look over to my desk, The loads of songs and poems and words I can hold and those I can't yet. The blank pages. From messages to loved ones to a story of a place in mind. I can store bad things away. Mr. Sam Lenthian, was all but one time never the last. But the little negatives can't touch me now... I don't remember what it was, Interesting, funny, odd name. It woke me up - No, the pen... That's it. I'm here, writing my thoughts, stories and dreams. To share, in hopes that you enjoy. Even if it's just me, an audience of one. LISTENER, What is your potential? // What stops you from reaching it?