How strange it is that the green I see is not the green I'll see,
That the world around me is a world that will soon cease to be,
Seconds same as seconds, but ticks will take their toll,
What was today will be a day that won't be evermore.
Current Residence: On the interwebz~
Favourite genre of music: Chicago Blues, Pop, Jazz, Romantic Period Classical Pieces
Favourite style of art: Music, Poetry, Landscape Photography