I, like so many these days, was born young. Having soon forgotton everything but the last thought in my head,
life really took off.
But is it art?
yes.
I like snow
and parties
though some parties
are shit.
And in a final stretch beyond my reach, I knew my limit and knowing, already had it surpassed.
These are the times and this is the time, We are looking at infinity thru a pinhole
And the bigger picture
is smaller yet.
This sentence is not true.