There is a crossroads, in the mind.This place is actually hard to find.Unsure if it was a left or a right.One will search for crossroads night after night.Until a day comes to slow the ride. The day one notices there is no crossroads to hide.There stuck you see, “this crossroad was a circle to me!”ThatContinue reading “Beautiful Life: An ode to the living…”
Electric Icarus Project 