The End of the Beginning

What's past is prologue.

What's last is yours.

This could go

either way.

Short Cut

Do not cut corners

when it comes to getting to know

yourself.

Gap Yah

Yah, so this one time,

in Malaysia, I met my Grandma

called Popo

for the first time in years,

and, she looked at me as if to say

though we don't speak the same

language, you and I are deeply

and profoundly connected...

and then I just CHUNDERED EVERYWHERE!

Banter.

Archive

It's a nice thought,

that the chaotic story

of how you came into existence

is written down somewhere,

archived, to read later.

Sadly, there is no such log.

You pull up your own roots,

to find out where they've gone.