# Traverse, Bend, and Hope for the Best

Triptychal understanding of my journey misses, cries, and pushes out what’s on my feeble mind. Licked by a muse that usually visits cars and dogs I’ve had no luck in doing what I wished for when young. Foolish endeavor captured in black-and-white stillness kept me up through the freezing winter. One look burned in the furnace of my heart.
