Who am I?

Every photo I take is a self-portrait.
—Unknown

All the World's a Stage

Design today's face.
Create another tomorrow
—always keep the world guessing.

Pursuit

Wishing for enough time
 to learn it all—just gotta keep running.

Out of Body

Roam the world.
Awaken still safely rooted
—my unconfined soul.

Destiny foretold

Prematurely aged—shadows on weathered rock.

Too much time

Every day the same.
Waiting for something, anything
 —doing nothing.

   

Power Trip

Ancient truck passing
Its sounds shape the road—
What do my sounds shape?

Chrysalis Crumbles.

Breaking free the woman emerges

—end of  childhood.

Soaring

Look out world, here I come

Forgotten Friends

I used to know them—now all I have are these traces of silver.