...I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me...

...poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths...

...I got to love solitude - to see the Moon rise and set - I had time to watch it trace the window square across the wall in silent grace...

the abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart...

...I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists...

At some point in our lives we make a decision, he thought, a choice that, though we don't understand it at the time, will be final and will define how the years will treat us. it is a fork in the road that we only realise we have crossed much later.