Biography of es. mata
Mata is watching, tapping along with life's rhythm, desiring to capture meaning in a few well woven words.
There is so much more life that is meant to be lived.
And so the story begins.
Time screams (it screams my name)
Moving drudgingly to the next day
No longer enacting her bitter effect
(time cannot spring from her darkest corner to light
reminding her faithfuls of what’s soon to come
I know she lurks)
Time cannot wait (so I do)
Waiting idly (for what?)