Musings on the horizon, swimming in the tangerine ocean.  Akin memories cast forth, silhouetting the objects on the present.  The eclipse of the Sun, flowing through the portrait of now. It find its way to the broken shattered surface of a black abyss which reverberates the twinkle of the light much like the leaves of the tree, glimmering as they ( Read more... )

i was "not shy" as a boy.

en contraire, if you asked anyone, they'd tell you that i was always the kid who would walk up to random adult strangers and start talking as if i had known them forever. i'd talk to adults as a peer. offering up my limited intelligence, uncaring if it made me look foolish or immature. i was a riot. a child with opinions. a ( Read more... )