I am a man. It seems like not too long ago I was a boy and now I am going about the business of constructing a connection to the world that allows for greater draws of beauty. Soon I will be old and time will stretch out. Soon I’ll appreciate my place.
I’m just a being passing along. Right now I’m even flowing, in an hour I could see clear oceanic breezes into my lungs and the sun pulsating off of snow soul. I guess right now the only thing I really want is to echo my metaphors of self off someone who I find infinitely special. And in part that is what I’m doing here.
