Never try to catch a falling knife. That's about all the advice this writer is willing to share on his profile. Life happens fast and somewhere in the frail tapestry where day bleeds into night writing sews the two together.

I've been writing most of my life. I love words. And moments, because every passing moment is another opportunity to turn everything around.

Words are just as powerful as moments. When used properly they can build or destroy; the choice belongs to each of us.

My writing life began a long, long time ago, though it took me most of my present life to actually fall back into it with both feet, and both hands. My style is across the board. My voice is my own. I hope somewhere in those late nights, when the moon is hiding and the stars shiver, a few wandering souls may stumble upon the words I've drawn forth, enjoy them, and feel connected in some way to them. Or to me.

Writing is, in a sense, immortality. Ultimately, though, I write for me. If no one reads my words -like a tree falling in the woods- I still believe I existed. Once upon a time.

In the night. Where the day bled and night devoured it.