June 1997


I see age taking over where it never existed before. How do you watch an old friend die? From the days of a child to the years of adulthood, honesty is the main ingredient.  6/9/97

Your character changes and I accept it, I even enjoy it just like old times. Age has no limits so it seems after all these years we accomplish what was so often talked about. In silence I continue with passion and love for a play that has always existed and once again I am not alone. We live off one another.  6/10/97

One more year and what have I become? The same as I was yesterday and a year before the sun.  6/97

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist