Memories pop into mind like,A game of Russian Roulette.Each one,Anxiety-ridden.Sweat beads down my forehead at every turn of events.Never do I know which one will coerce me to pull the trigger,But,I figured,It's a risk that must be taken.What other thrill do I have besides,Going through a photobook imprinted in my mind,As I pick at every... Continue Reading →