What each person feels is subjective. Every idea or thought is subjective.

Beyound the fasade.

A writer’s struggle with himself over the loss of an idea.

The hindsight of distance makes everything clear…

My entry for challenge number 14; “broken mirror” and “enemy”

A sad revelation.

Memory of youth and season are all brought back by scent and sound.

A look back to the good old days on the farm and a slower, closer way of life.

Or do I just exist.

CD HOLDER.