this space is a modest tribute for my grandma lori, you passed on but my love and memory never will
i like apple pie, pretzels, and donuts, but not at the same time that would just be weird.
i like to think of myself as an individual who's carving his own niche, but i know i'm just ploughing through the path of another man's invention.
i'd like to consider myself as a person free of bias and prejudice opinion, but i know that to consider that gospel would be the gravest sin i could commit.
i'd like to think of myself as aerodyte and intelligent, but my fathom of knowledge is barely a drop within the pool of intellect.
i'd like to think that i'm liberated, but i know that we create our own prisons to dwell in
yet despite all that i know, in spite of what i think, i feel that i am truely happy and no subsequent knowledge could tell me different
