Lost in the phound, light converswayshuns with mycelph

I thought I was looking left, my eyes behind, know playce to hyde.

I only halve these memories but they cannot confine the conflicts of my conundrums or phind the phakenuse of my past—I think I never did those things or I wish I never did them,  or worse of all, wish I had done them…

or it makes no difference, I will never no the truth.

Pheet don’t fail me yet everyday it I need one more excercise  just to catch up with yesterday.

The price of seeing these images is your time.