i am innately drawn to plight and dilapidation;
the buildings, streets and faces the world has turned a blind eye to.
now, i am merely an observer- gathering thoughts and clues until one day i can figure out how to truly make a difference
8.10.2010
in shambles we lie
if one of us is struggling, aren't we all?
material
i cannot count the times
that i have loved you more than myself
novel it would be
to amount to something without
you
