this is it
it has been a while. youthful rambles, angst laden words. gone. all these are as dust in the wind... gone from the NOW, the present, out of mind. Yet it lingers on in other forms. such is life. sand swept from one dune to another, in the endless every-growing desert. One dune dies to give way to another. What is the demise of a grain of sand to the sand dune of inevitable time? history comes and goes but it is never truly away. this is it?