I am a life chronicler through writing, poetry, photography and videography.
I am a museum of past affection. A wax museum in the sun.The byproduct of all the repetition, resentment, reworking of the past, both mine and those of the ones I love. A victim of expectation, standards, circumstances, and my own excesses.
I am not a hero, possess no fortune, haven’t changed the course of mankind in any way. I am unaware of any whose life has been permanently altered by knowing me, and for the most part I know nothing about their lives today.
Mine is a story the world could probably do without, but for me, it is one that must be told.
“Sine Amore Nihil Sum” <> “without love I am nothing”