I am a lonely wanderer with a past to the end of time.
My road leads me to the rigid valley of my garden.
A garden of beginning ends and spells of checks and mates that are harshly played on the chessboard of life and love.
People love and people die, people live and people hate, and use their words as arrows for my wondering eyes that lead my to my home of the glass sun. ns126.96.36.199da2