it's been awhile, and so much has changed, but so much is still the same. my mind races constantly these days, fuelled by a need to fill things, fill needs, change the world, among many other seemingly unachievable quests. part of me accepts that it is the burden of the dreamer to give up many of those dreams the gives such birth to, but must we let our offspring flounder in the dust, or is there a more merciful way to not dream these dreams in the first place?
crypticism is a shroud i seem unable to shed.
see through my riddles. it would be nice if someone could once in a while :)
always much love and affection.
A.
