A few nights ago I had the first opportunity in my entire life to be at my grandparents home all by myself. Nothing was off limits, nobody was going to accidentally catch me rummaging through the drawers or secretly trying on my grandma's fur coat... These are only a few of the photos from that night, the rest shall remain our family secrets...
Writing my story in the hours of the day like sentences on the page of the week in the chapter of the month of the lesson of the year in the time of my age in the book of my life on the stage in your eyes.
All the marks I make and hands I hold and pictures I take are the letters I leave in the wake drifting towards the sea of infinity only to evaporate.