Sometimes, it is misery that brings me here. I once a year declaration to a mirage so close...So near. With further toil. I know that is not the end result. Turmoil...being the Utopian lack of doubt. The salt that falls between the crack in the lines. No requiem for heat. No casket for pine. Only … Continue reading On the Boardwalk
There are no challenges out there not worth dying for. The chances we take whether depth depriving, death defying or magical have hold of our psyche. The art of Moped Balancing is no different than flying...you take your eye off the sky and the earth seems to be in the palm of your hands!