“Begin to begin and live to live…What one day brings another will forgive"

"I leap from cloud to cloud and collect raindrops for everyone to enjoy"

"I was born in the wrong era so I must continue to live in this one"

"A blank page of continuous white... with my mind to create what is to be seen in the night"

"The moon that rises... is full of subtle surprises"

-Yiorgos 2007

"You may look yet never see but it is I who am free because I truly choose to be"

"It is in the best interest of the man who thinks and not sees what lies beyond the unnoticed"

"I am so old school...You can call me Kindergarten"

"I will give my shoes and the shirt off my back but when my feet tire and it gets cold will you give them back"

"When Life hands me nuts I ask my Yiayia to help me make Baklava"

-Yiorgos 2006
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Despite

Despite what is, despite what is not. Despite the sweat I feel not the hot. Inevitably I feel the moon as it pulls. Inevitably I am the sea and the tide. It is what is trapped inside. I am pulled by the universe’s creation. I am intrigued by the changing times and the recent direction. Indeed it is intriguing and after all many agree. Despite the inevitability within what I know is me. Once upon a time it was I who sailed the sea. Once upon that same time on my boat it was the wind that accompanied me. Against the tide I fought at first however through my discovery I learned that the tide can assist me in my future. Realization… Determination… Rejuvenation… Sun beats down on my shoulders and rain washes the worry away. I dance in the droplets and allow them to soak my skin. In order to feel the inevitability I feel the droplets on my face… on my skin… on my mind… Despite the rain, despite the sun I continue. I stretch out my arms to absorb. I stretch out my mind to understand. I stretch out my arms… I stretch out my mind… From the past to my present I see what it is. I can be what it was. I dream of what can be. I am inescapably me. Within a certain level of illusion I see time but not in a physical form. I feel the time contained in what is described as the norm. May the days of yore teach me of what the future has in store.

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