The world is a funny place.

It's also a pretty cool place.

But it can also be a very dark place, a hapless, angry, a crappy place. It can be a place of slow pace, or of cliché, rhyme, or tactless distaste. The sunrise can signify a new day, ready for the taking, or represent the remorse of the previous night’s exuberant jubilation. It all depends, your mind’s eye, and its particular lens. So indulge me, pretend, put on these shades and look at life from my edge. These are the manuscripts of Nick. Present, future, and past. Along with their ghosts, shadows cast, and everything I’ve dreamt of, at last…