Alive by the words that I type . Alive with every breathe I consume. Amazing life's we all lead effecting so many whom cross each of are paths . Moving towards the patters of choices and chaos. Daily I find ways to appreciate rather then hate. Patience being thy mother while strength a version of my many fathers. The arts a perfect drug , another voice to speak with , another reminder I'm alive. Music fueling the hands , ideas flow off every beat that I feel . So many paths on paper, such as paths in life. Who's to really say which ones are the harder to stay on if that's the only road you've lived. We're all alive no matter what the lessons are . Choices separate us but like art they have there own voices . Equally effecting someone. Thank you all for being a part of my passing's on this perfect planet. Draw hard and feel its truths. C.M.Slater