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.