Suddenly, I have no more past. The hand reaching for more than it can grasp, and suddenly touch. Suddenly, I have all I need to forbid everything I want. Suddenly, the world is straight, not slant. If I wait longer, I will arrive somewhere else. I long to stay, so suddenly I will rest.
This is a random collection of my writing. When I write, I attempt to be fair to all my readers. I accomplish this by giving them my unhindered soul. All works are copyrighted.