Story of a Boy who Stares at the Stars Wishing for the Universe.
Story of a boy who wanders the world in a pretend time-machine.
Story of a boy who re-invented himself and became what he always was.
Story of a boy who never wants to grew up.
Story of a boy who wanted to be Luke Skywalker.
Story of a boy who exists in both light and shadows.
Story of a boy who could never quite be healed.
Story of a boy, very old, very alone, very kind, and the very last of his kind.
Story of a boy who never stops dreaming.
Story of a boy who always stares at sunsets.
Story of a boy who can fly as long as he never looks down.
Story of a boy who always was a boy.
Story of a boy who now has no strings, Gepetto.
Story of a boy who stole a time-machine and ran away.
Story of a boy who runs when the shadows catch up.
Story of a boy who lives a sad, strange, dark, mad and occasionally very magic life.
Story of a boy who still has a lot of running to do.
Story of a boy who found magic. Mad and Magic Raving. Yes, found magic.
…This is the story of that boy.
Presently I’m living the story. Documenting the story. Some day in some universe I may even attempt to write the whole story, right from the beginning of the time-traveling days. Some day when I learn to write. Until then, the above are just scattered sentences from my Journal of Impossible Things.
The wonderful time-traveler portrait by fellow time-traveler and Mad and Magic Charlene Winfred.
It is a mad, dark, weird, scary, strange – and wonderful and magic world out there. Onwards and forwards. So much to see.
You kids are having too much fun mate! 🙂
No just the right amount!
Nah, not enough fun. Need to up the ante!
Hehe. It’s an old joke, the ‘just the right amount’ – but you are right. Just the beginning 🙂
Quite a story this boy has. Good thing he has a journal of impossible things. All that tremendousness wouldn’t fit into anything less.
And damn that’s a fine portrait of you. Whoever took it must have a fandme fantastisk camera!
Fandme episk portrait 🙂 And fandme fantastisk story. Just beginning.
Ja for fanden! Hehehe, dammit, where’s my tshirt of choice Danish profanities…
Life awaits in ambush. You never know. The great mystery – and great blessing – is how we seemingly stay one question behind “the” answer.
Onwards and forward. Forever. Amin.
I dream to be among time travellers.
Hi James, that’s a nice dream – you can make it reality too.