A west world I am, side character, I would and could never be tsa-wa-yuus or bend my mind hands or time to Beau
I can be a fly on the wall and admire, all that adheres to my being. As I was told outside the house of winter an ear can drive you mad, and once you see you can never unsee.
I was afraid to open to the world, a language I know part of in the absence of many teachings.
This months is birthday of my mentor George David, his life taken by something I want to imagine him in my heart .