I am not a hero, possess no fortune, haven’t changed the course of
mankind in any way.
I am unaware of any lives permanently altered by knowing me.
On the other hand, I am no serial killer, thief, dictator , malingerer, or miscreant.
I am not in jail or institution.
Some were sure I would be.
I am not dead. Bets were surely placed on how long Id last.
I am a museum of past affection.
A wax museum in the sun.
The
byproduct of repetition, resentment, and the past.
“Sine
Amore Nihil Sum” “without love I am nothing”
