(As stated before, this material was found in an old notebook of mine. I assume that most of these writings , which you will be seeing over the next few posts, are pre-1997. I am leaving them in the condition that I found them, even though many of them suck horribly. There are no edits; however, they will eventually be updated if I see potential as I am typing these into this long-winded blog. I will continue to preface upcoming posts with this side note until I get through all the amateur junk.)
There are forks in our paths,
Rips in the pages of a fantasy.
Yet these crossroads exist.
Another day goes by.
Time is a fragment of one’s subconscious
At a period with the past,