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You look up from the desk and you realize you're almost thirty and every dream you had as a child is dessicated, hollowed and dried out by the Sun of reality...  You never feel any older, any smarter, still the same 13 year-old stumbling to get the thoughts out of your head faster than they pile up, still tied in knots by the fear that someone will realize you're not quite adult enough to handle your life. And there's the voice in your head the idealistic one that can't stand to face the facts and wish someone would and you'd could give up all the responsibility and anxiety... It doesn't bring you any closer to who you thought you'd be, who

This is a difficult topic to talk about because so much of it is tied up with powerful emotions… Not just my own but almost everyone on the planet… Anyone who holds out for tomorrow in the belief that when this life is over there will be another one to go to, a better one, regardless of your religious tradition the afterlife you imagine for yourself is one of beauty and light, paradisaical. I used to believe this, at times I still wish I did.  What a comfort it is to think that despite all the wrongs of this world, despite the pain and suffering, despite all the inequality there will be a time when all wrongs are righted, where jus

Started posted some material here a few poems and some photography.  I'm going to try and keep active.