One day, my backpack will become too heavy and I’ll have to set my past down.
I believe I can pray to time and I believe that I have. When I ask “Who am I?” I always get the same answer back… “Time.”
Questions fill my time but I’ve got space to fill, I’ve heard they’re both the same, can’t tell my heart that I wanted all the money so… Read more “You’ve got the house on the hill”
In 2011 I visited Dachau Death Camp. I was backpacking through Europe with no phone, no internet, nearly no food or money, severely depressed and with a… Read more “The Furnace”