the way i feel about myself

so many words, desteny open doors for you ,enter at your own risk.wisdom show me that today i leave in this world whit a correspondence.i am traveling in the complexcety of god creation.i have been touch by warm peopole.but i cannot find peace in my heart.i long for a rest,i shout out words from whit in.they long to be heard,will they be receive and care for.my shelter as crumble,exposing mysteries of my creative mind.trap in my shell,like a spring rushing out from hidding.did they find me refreshing,while nourishing there thought,drought no longer dwell from whit in.i open my door and smell the fresh air.looking at my first encounter,how could i forget youth.a fountain of eternal live.to leave and experience love.today i turn my back on mental