The Happen Dasher.by Space Jungle
ABOUT THE ART
I walk the corners of conversations with two left feet, stumbling over words and assumptions. My tones are nearly mute and body language unfitting, my tongue often unheard. What was it I seek? Was it the Warmth of a friendly voice that had long since been stifled? Was it a chance to correct my follies? Was it to redeem my consciousness? The answers elude me. Maybe I sought to reclaim my footprints, set the clock back to an uncomplicated time; but life's path only goes forward and I must keep the pace; or fall into the defunct channels of self-hatred we all glide across. I hold my thoughts and ambitions before me, letting them light my path. I will reach its end with a voice that cannot be ignored.