Time found me on a bridge. He saw my face. He saw my fear… Time asks, “Do you plan to jump?” I look into his eyes. His soul is cloudy. But not the kind of clouds you expect before a storm. No. His storm was over, but the clouds still linger. Gray-blue clouds circling a […]Read more "Time Finds Me"
Time became an invariably dense object that I could not manipulate. I walked backwards. I thought Time would follow. I forged ahead. Time marched in place and then laughed at my attempt. Time says, “Buy a canvas. Cover it with everything you think I am.” I reply, “Haven’t I already?” Time answers, “no.” I do […]Read more "Time Talks"