(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.

Unexplainable –

Inconceivable –

Yet these crossroads exist.

Up                   Up

Down                 Down

Another day goes by.

Time is a fragment of one’s subconscious

At a period with the past,

present,

and beyond.