The Enigma

We run through hard times,
Dodging bullets and running from an enigma,
Any other time sounds like a silly old rhyme .
To win the runner must complete the race.
what if the runner’s time was cut short?
seeing through what may have been a finishing line,
but led into a  realm of complications and torn souls.
he will call for the one when the time comes,
now he leaves to live in an environment suited for his well being,
coercing the blind to sit and wait.

-Written By: Kaleb Powell
-Photography by: Orion MIlazzo