EPIGRAPH

My ideas come to me like flowers - the seeds of my knowledge that have been tended through hard-boiled experiences and had endured days upon days of hardships start to grow and mature into things that even I could have never imagined. That is the beauty of the human mind.

However, things meant to live will someday die. As my thoughts are like blooming things, I am afraid of what could happen.

So I preserve them, let these flowers be pressed between the pages of my book for all to see. Maybe one day these flowers could be placed before my tomb so they may live evermore as I live in the dirt of where they once came from.