INTRODUCING @erow

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The Mosaic Mind

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I'm Erow. I'm a few pieces of God.

I'm a breathing dragon, my mind is explosive but impulsive; it depends on you.

Guys, I'm lonely, I need help, I need me and not you, I need a me in all of you. Please help save the world! I'm a geologist. Please help save the world! I'm a writer, a very dark one.

Even so, I'm ebony. I hold the earth with gravity and this makes me Atlas. You know him right? He is just you and I on this planet, searching for the love that shines like our sun but what we forget is we burn when we get too close to it and get this lasting scar if we escape death.

That's just how I feel.

I have been heartbroken for seven months and it seems just perfect to let go. The first step is music. Music is the soul and if you know, you are the melody that makes it. If you don't like it, it becomes noise or scrap from the radio box and if you do, you visit that FM again when you perform morning rites.

The rites that secures your life. That's why I am here. I'm here to be secured , I am seriously lonely and I feel no one gets me enough but what more can I do? I can't sit lame and can't steal either, its too stressful and so I write. I write poems, to let out demons, to let them live better than me: I'm a poet.

Meet The Poet

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The second and important step for me is poetry. Poetry in anything and out of nothing. Those sprites that spurt from the soul, those many poems like many rainbows, are rehabilitative. They are regenerative and degenerative too, they are a tool for the hand, a blessing for light, they are the bots you control and sometimes, they are butterflies: they don't change and become obsolete. They must be fluids, must be an essence.

If my poems aren't malleable, they are exiled to the non-recycle bin.

How I met Steemit

Hey stemmit! I don't know you but I think you do, you came to me like a dream, you were made of a guy @dante31 and a girl @raimathugs. Both feel I'm a good writer but I don't think so. I'm just used to telling feelings, I can't keep a secret unless its written. I have been here just wondering what you are, a bluff or love?

For almost two weeks, I have been thinking about you and your rules, I have been scared and mindless about your sincerity.

"You could use this platform to connect and get really busy" the girl said. I thought of it till it became a heap on my head, I couldn't take it anymore. I consulted her again "you know what? I need visuals" and she said "I don't have time, school school school! Chuckles, I will refer you to the guy that linked me up, here's his cell number, you ask him". I asked him and he encouraged such, telling me your fantasies.

I am here to live them and in an exchange, I offer you a taste of my life, you're just a network.

Erow.