This is by my hand,

beaten by my mind,

consumed by the paper.

An unfinished piece of collections;

A treasure box for those moments in which we

Breathed.

Lived.

Remembered.

Cried.

Laughed.

Time can be represented in those things made of only 26 characters.

It is but a crude gift.

Seemingly impersonal, yet more so than can be imagined.

Hopefully you'll enjoy it.