THE EARLY YEARS
(WORDS NOT LOST ALONG THE WAY)
I do not remember a time when I was not writing words... while I love arts and images and visual stimuli, communication through words seemed to be instinctive for me from the first crayons I found along the way... as I grew I always sought new pencils and pens and writing mediums for the feeling of putting the contrasting color on paper was as important as the words sometimes... the words that follow were written before the advent of computers and files and organization gave structure to my written gardens... pulled from scraps of paper found in boxes, the few pieces not lost along the way when I left my boxes of treasures in other hands... sadly, most of the early years writings were lost... these were found... Out Of The Blue Alone Just (Pieces of a Lost Follower) Early Philosophy (Rules of Engagement) Proposal Bathrooms (Roommates) New York To Monterey (Epitaph to a Soldier) My Final Rhyme (Don't Bury Me In Sadness) BACK TO CREATING ME BACK TO THE CROSSROADS FRONTDOOR BACKDOOR MAIN GATE WINDOW FAREWELL EMAIL
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