Finally. It comes down to this

It comes down to this. Freedom. To say and express your truth. Not on your death bed, where you wish for more time. It's here and it's now. All forms of expression. Writing, photography, art, dance, language in all dialects. For me, there is a pain that rubs the back of love and with that friction birthed humor. Here logic counts just as much as emotion.

The place where time doesn't exist is a place I can call home.