…and everything in between, lies the heart of fruition and the courage to be seen.
I often become the falling man; a silhouette that plummets into a place unknown, without choice, without volition.
That’s how it goes. That’s how it is. That’s who we are.
A single stitch in time, and a world devoid of rhyme.
An answer to a very old question, and to lay in waiting is the most painful indeed.
Rock on Forever!