I wrote about me being me because of my heritage and of the many experiences I’ve had. Experiences that have come to me either by choice or by random events. I live both by the fear and the love of the unexpected. I thrive, at times, by stepping outside of myself and then to gaze back within myself and to marvel at worlds that I hadn’t entirely engaged with. I scan through old family photographs and regret how short each and all our lives are. Evidence of which show how illogical parts of my psyche all appear to be.
inspired by Howard Grey