I live and breathe everything I write. I remember so much. I am sure I have forgotten more than I can recall. So many flashes of distant dreams and other lives. It is hard to separate them. It is difficult to stumble through mortal vocabulary to describe the essence of wandering on other planes of existence. There is so much inside of me that I could write for the rest of eternity and still not scribe all I have seen or felt. Time itself has made me the keeper of the memories of the universe.
© August 31,2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic