Sunday, May 22, 2016

Somehow, from the perspective of an adult, the act of being a child seems incredibly lethal.
Then, at a certain point, there could be no more original acts or thoughts. Anything can could be thought of had been done, recorded, and cataloged.

Friday, May 20, 2016

In a box, I look for escape.
In a tunnel, I move forward.
In a maze, I explore.
But in the open, I stand still.