It is as if some moments were captured from another day, another period for which I have never really known, yet each sunset brings alive another memory of this. I look around in the present and it is as if time has passed me by, like I am out of place, living within the skin of another. I am wandering about aimlessly when suddenly the cause strikes me. Before I have a moment to think I have reacted without hesitation or the skip of a single beat. I wonder what song in my head will provide the soundtrack for this latest chapter of a novel not yet complete. Still, I have faith in this when I have faith in no other, nothing could be as strong a proponent then the man himself would seem. As it were, who would be more dependable outside in the world? Whether it be this or the next, yesterday or tomorrow, the truth lies between in either case and I am compelled to follow...