A romantic attempting to savor the small details often overlooked as each moment passes, never ever being able to repeat themselves entirely the same. Like individual fingerprints in time. Its almost too immensely beautiful to comprehend... the life and death that occurs in each and every given moment. The syncronicity of every intimate exchange occuring at this very millisecond happening independently, yet entirely dependent on one another. And it is with this that I feel infinately connected to the world around me. I can fall in love over and over with everything and everyone around me as time collaspes and I surrender all of myself to the divinity of the moment. And in this way, time, labels, and circumstance does not own me. I am just as free as moments are fleeting and are always constantly evolving into something else. Chronological order begins to loose its logical order and then meaning comes 360 when you least expect it and suddenly a poem or a piece of artwork begins to make more sense than it ever did before. So catch it while you can because the messages are contained all around as stratified pieces of a whole. Everyone has a story. There are always messages trying to be communicated in the most minute of detail and so I am striving to stay perceptive and not become numbed by face value. I do not have all the answers and don't know if I ever will figure it out in this lifetime. I don't know where I'm going and if I'll ever get there but I know I'm getting closer. I don't know to what but it feels good. And with the dignity of karma I find my humility over and over again even if it has to constantly slap me in the face. Because I see now that one of the greatest gifts of love is when you can let go and allow yourself and others the room to make mistakes and the space to grow and love anew. And so it is with the beauty of life's random details that I find my faith...

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