"After months of freezing and shivering under a grey sky, your genuine laugh warmed me at first try, sparked something in my chest I hadn't thought it was still in me, made my hands tremble like a paper boat at sea."
Never able to break on through caught in the time capsule of yesterday’s tomorrow he wandered alone … Searching the darkened streets of Santa Monica hearing the music—chasing the words dancing as demons followed behind Channeling ancient voices trapped outside a future closed to his irreverent questioning —lost within the storm
