Man In The Room

The darkness plays with light like a soft breeze, in and out of the sweetest sky. But the stunning colours of the dawn crack, exposing the grey. Then, without so much as a sound, the storm swirls in... smothers.The twenty years of journaling my story, The Man in the Room, resembles this type of sky. Our universe requires us to move, to grow. Yet, it would seem to me, you cannot embrace change unti...