I am invisible and I am invisible because that is what I set out to be, even though for as far back as I can remember I dreamt of being a famous writer. I never fulfilled that dream out of fear. The question I ask myself now... was it out of fear of failure, or out of fear of success?
So why now do I come here and write trite short fiction and verbal diarrhea that I like to call poetry?
The actor John Barrymore once said that; a man's not old until regrets take the place of dreams. Before that happens, I had better make an effort to follow the dream.