Nothing.
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
TO help my parents in their golden years and to return the love that they gave me…
Life is like a river, changing as it flows…
Music (performing/writing/listening to) and computer stuff
“Through twilight, darkness and moonrise
My scarlet tears will run
As stolen blood and whispered love
Of fantasies undone”
Writing.
Give me a notebook, pen and idle time and there I shall scribble.
Diving, oddly enough. Also underwater photography.