things you do not know.
things i used to do, passions that although not forgotten, have been put to rest.
i was once an archer.
i used to played with targets, with bows and with arrows. compete, a romantic dance with images of kights around round tables.
.... when i was younger.
makes me wonder. what other passions shall i put to rest. things that i burn for... will they too, become just that: romantic dances, images - of who i was.
transition periods in ones life: who i was, has led me to who i am, and who i shall become remains a mystery.
i can no longer practice archery, but i continue the romantic dance with the thought of a world that is better for all. a roundtable, a fight, a bulls eye. a target....
