I feel small. I have been fighting. Fighting things that cannot be known while in mortal form. I pray for hope. I have been told enduring to the end is the hard part. My heart feels wounded. I pray for a companion I can share this life with. Raise a family with. I have been alone for a long time. The irony is that outside of time there is no beginning and no end.
The personal blog of artist Shaun Gamache, where he will talk about his work, poetry, upcoming shows, and much more.