I love the absurd, the melancholy, the naive.
I dream in lifetimes I’ve not yet lived.
I feel most happy talking about art.
I ache for a moment fleeting.
I create to catch that moment.
I laugh when it feels strange.
I play because I like to play.
I am in the Springtime of my life.
I think, and I think it gets better.
I do what I can do.