I am an artist of words,
an archer of the woods. 
A constellation of the brightest stars.
An adventurous being,
with dreams that follow the galaxies. 
I seek only wonders,
I seek only peace.
Not mistake me as an ordinary piece. 
My arrow strikes in the souls of others.
It does not have an aim but it follows,
it stays inside like a deep wound. 
It does not break, it just gets stuck. 
Stuck always in the dreams, stuck always in your reality. 
I am an artist of words, 
I am an archer of the woods. 
A fearless human being, 
with a touch of sweetness. 
Beware of me, if you seek me. 
I am the archer who aims gently.
Be my target, if you dare. 
As my arrow goes through, 
it will remain there.
Pushing through slowly,
inside your soul always.

-G.N.D.