It was there where I met you
Your life as a canvas
Millions of moments have come and gone, although
It begins slowly, seeping in around the edges, and it is just a small amount.
The mind is a wondrous thing, creating narratives from nothing, reaching back into the years to pull one tiny nugget of a…
We enter this word, and individual, dependent, not understanding there’s a community, a hive mind that we will eventually try so hard…
We seek truth, demanding the right answer
It is often elusive as context changes
I moved from desert sand, the smell of creosote when it rained (I only recently learned the origin of the smell of desert…
Hunger, for food, love, freedom
to be able to do thing you have always wanted to do