This is a tale of time lost. Spend as much as time as you can with those closest to you; you never know when that time will run out...

My Creative Writing teacher told me awhile ago that my writings, especially my poetry, were dark. As in cryptic or sinister in nature. I thought to myself "That's strange" because I never thought of my writings as dark and sinister. So I reread some of my poems and I saw what he was seeing. He gave us an assignment shortly there after on "What is Poetry". So I wrote on how poetry was a mask or a veil. You couldn't see behind this veil unless you were really looking. I wrote "Poetry is the light behind a veil of darkness". When you read my poems dont look at the veil... look at what's underneath it...