I am a dream, an illusion, a paradox, a riddle, from which stories and situations arise. 

Please always remember that everything you see, hear, feel, think, smell, taste, and sense when you encounter life, me, or my legends is your own unique perception. 

I am here, where else could I possibly find myself?

I am now, when else could I truly be except in this instant?

What am I doing? This which must be done right here, right now!

The foolishness and mistakes I make are my own unique form of poetry, my reflection on what I am. These experiences serve as the essential foundation from which my existence arises, engaging with life, its numerous challenges, and its infinite possibilities, all unfolding in this moment.

I am not an author, not a conjurer of vast, imagined worlds, rather a scribe, diligent, yes, but always with a kind of humility, a bowing of the head to the unpredictable winds that rush through the open corridors of my days. I write without agenda, rather listen to the whispers of life, the tremulous, unremarkable utterances that hover just at the edge of hearing and make up the bulk of existence. These became notations in a ledger of human awareness, drifts of warmth, eddies of longing, cold fronts of disappointment. What matters to me is the elusive, half-heard music of the real which rarely replies… 

© KD.W.Heim