Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your precious life?
You didn’t come this far to stop.
POETRY
”Time is both the longest and shortest distance between two places. From childhood’s dawn to the unfathomable end the seasons change, but the setting stays the same. Too much of us is evident in the merciless orbit of the hour hand. Sometimes we suffer too much reality in the space of a single second. Sometimes shadows circle the clock-face like bad weather.”
- Childhood Cycle #1
”My book, dim sketches of my past, they know what I was, they know what I became, recognize me!”
- Childhood Cycle #2
