About The Author
“I'm living in a fairy tale in which I am a prisoner, hand in hand with time. There is no tower higher than the one I trap the hourglass of my days, one by one. No unscattered mirrors I bent and slaved for the reflected image I wish I saw in them. Living by air, living by flames, a thousand oceans froze my veins for the halo above my fate. This world only seems to spin on my fingertips and taints my face with a rain of stars.
Dawn flickers on the open horizon, there is no land in which you can learn about me. Wide angled into the panoramic, never too weak to be held in your sight, never too faded for your mind to print. If I was to say something about me, your eyes would not read but your heart would imprint onto the canvas I would never finish painting, for the years passed and the years to come. See there is nothing to say about me, it is all about the mirrored painting you are hiding inside.”