The creative one. The one that had a vision and made it come true. The one I witnessed breaking down but keeping on walking. The one I see now lost after reaching the big goal. The one who forgot why it was done all along. The one who lost creativity and became blue. The one that connected to earth again, rooted with a fire growing. The one who creates and forgot how it is done. The one I thought was light but was called creativity all along. Only the fire is burning bright while he chose to stand still in growth. The one who’s flat is empty. Who’s flat holds a dying tree that once bloomed and surprised with easy deeds. A reflection of who I once was. A reflection of what I once dreamed. A reflection of a man but the painting is a woman. Is it me all along? The light turned into fire into creativity into reality into duality into now truth. Truth is the only thing that matters in this game of creativity. So let‘s create something new with love, faith and truth.