The janitor never let me in. I was a mere kid.
It left me with a feeling of horizons unexplored. Was there another flight of stairs, beyond the confines of vision? Was there another sky – not blue?
My paintings reflect unexplored skies – birds on my shoulder whispering messages from the universe. My adventures reflect a search for the unknown. My poems connect me to less defined mezzanine floors. Creativity helps me lead a fulfilled life.
Not having specific contacts in the building prevented my entry. But the letters I left in the mailboxes, got me a response from the universe.