When you read my words, consider them snapshots.
Just as photographs, they reflect, they've captured a time a moment of my fleeing experiences, assessments and conclusions at the time.
Some snapshots reflect, beauty,beliefs, ideals, pain, ignorance or worst. Please do not define me by these. I am continuously searching, learning, growing, evolving with each new experience, with new light with new love.
Snapshots create views, illusions, notions, emotions be them good or bad, current or past.
No snapshot can truly define us, for we are complex beings,
wrapped in layers. Layers hopefully shed as we grow in various ways; ******, mentally, psychically, spiritually... For many of the fabrications we once regarded, turned to smoke screens. Like innocent children we presumed, relied, accepted, 'till made aware.
January, 00, 0000