This book is a begining.
It is a spark or a mouthful of gasoline, a couple balloons.
I wrote most of it in two days, because the writing isn't the hard
part, it's the finishing, and the finality of making decisions that
leads me to never finishing anything so I did this mostly just to do it.
The result is a mess to be embarassed by or to be proud of,
it is something pretty but maybe only from a distance,
yet part of you wants to get a bit closer.
It's about me because I am me and I am an egotiscal person
and I like to write about things the way I see them, it's
your story as much as it is my story, but I wrote it with
my filters, all that light, all those colors, the months and
years that go by, here's a little something, I really hope
you enjoy.