A captain of words and a sailor of broken hearts, this is a collection of images I love and paragraphs I’ve written. I’m fascinated with the turn of the revolution; The liberation if mankind.
These last nine days have flown too quickly, I’ve seen the things I’d overlook, and found myself inside of rooms which echo inspiration. I don’t know what the next year brings, and I’ve not one single resolution. My hopes for the future are distant, not belittled by the dirt whores and counterfeit friends of the past. May they rot inside a memory, concealed within a tomb I’d rather never mention. This is today, this is the future and I’m no longer going to become the puppet to a soulless marionette.