From the ‘before’ to the ‘now, my stumbling naked truth is rather intrigued by the new unknown.
Technically, my bosom was clothed in a rather bedazzled brassiere. Even though I had no intention of any action nearing usch exhibitionism, in the moment I could not have cared less.
An observer would have noted the moment of instantaneous recognition between the two of us. Between the mutual tears, he told me a story of my father I had not heard before..
As I chase the sun in a daily tandem race with time, I have this dream for myself…and another one too…a selfish desire, no doubt, or maybe one of the best of human miracles.