THE PRESENT

    I fix my eyes into the future ever on the lookout for possibilities that will bring me the me I dream to be. I open my hands to catch its gifts as though I am catching shooting stars oh!  how they burn. I filled my hands to the full until I looked back

WPC: RELIC

Other people’s junk is my treasure I rescue old teapots for a few dollars give the old memories a new coat extend their life in my cupboard perhaps they will  reach a distant future riddled with robots and machines and they will tell of a life gone by when humans were humans when they were