A journey through our human experience kicking the darkness until it bleeds day light and becoming a child of the light.
The journey of thought. An idea with no beginning or end, deep in the subconscious, like a whisper repeating itself over and over again. There is no map to navigate, no compass only the knowledge gained during each step and the ever-present call deep within my spirit beckoning me to awaken from the deep sleep of compromise. The compromise of my potential. If I listen closely blocking out the chaos of day-to-day existence I can hear it. My spirit, I can hear its cry.
An honest and at times brutal journey through our human experience. The battle and the beauty is in the streets. Like a modern day John the Baptist screaming for mankind to awaken from its deep sleep of compromise and light the reward.