A personal journey through an over-active,
inquisitively creative mind
To have a dream, and do nothing to bring it into being.
To stare blindly at the shadows that dance upon your walls, and curse their being there.
To toss wishes into a well of darkness, and weep at the returned silence.
To feed and care for the physical self, yet leave the soul to wither….
… this is not a life, it is existing merely for the sake of existence.