dane_valek

One Year. A little longer, for sure. One year, no less. Situations like this make one contemplate what has been accomplished in that year. It's debilitating to see nothing. No goals finished, no dreams realised.

"Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping.... into the future"

What road does one traverse. Safety is reliable, but it is mediocre and predictable. Spontaneity breeds creation and builds strength.
My Arms have never been strong, but my will, my heart, my head. All too strong for words. They have moments of weakness, like everything.

Decisions to make
Bonds to break
Roads to tread
skin to shed