The Butterfly Pond explores the complexities of the soul; tapping into both its darkest moments and proving to itself why the celebrations of life are worth every pain. It writes on ironies of the world, the necessity of nature, of water, and it defines identity in every metaphorical way possible. Every little detail in life is worth attention; it is what makes everything larger than life make sense. This is not a love poetry book. It has no single subject, and it trusts no one and everything at the same time. These are my footprints as I took the significant, precious thyme to ponder this life as I cross that line of 18. Maybe it will inspire you somehow- why else would I write?