Life is like an invisible bridge
Spanning a yawning abyss
At times we close our eyes
And feel only the solidity of the bridge
Comforted by its firmness
Yet the abyss is always there
At times we gaze down
Into the infinite depth of the abyss
And feel overwhelmed by its vastness
Yet the bridge is always there
I play with words and invisible objects.
A mind, a pen and a piece paper have the best relationship ever.
"Remember this--if you shut your mouth, you have your choice."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald