This is a story. The contents of an intended book In a blog format. It’s a work of non-fiction With tinges of undeliberate fiction peppered in. Divided into seasons, Past and present To mirror the natural flow of life. To show how we organically move From one place (Be it of thought, emotion or space) To the next. It’s reality how I’ve known it. And how I see it now Knowing such only holds An undercurrent of truth Since what I see, Experience, Think, Believe And feel Only represent my truth. With each post, I peel back layers of myself To get to what’s underneath. What I’ll find… How the story ends… I do not know yet. Just as I’m uncertain I want it to be read. I’d prefer to be invisible. I’d prefer not to expose myself. So… I close my eyes. I breathe deeply. I prepare to write. As I do, I wonder… What life could be like?