You have made it out of the city. That image of your body, trembling with traffic
and fear, slips behind. Your face arrives in the redbud trees and the tulips.
You are still restless. Climb up the ladder to the roof. You are by yourself a lot. Become the one that when you walk in, luck shifts to the one who needs it. If you have not been fed, be bread.
I have a Bachelor's Degree in History/Government and International Relations from George Mason University, and a Master's Degree in International Affairs with a Concentration in U.S. Foreign Policy from American University in Washington, DC. I was born in New York City, and have lived in Northern Virginia since childhood. I am an independent writer and an entrepreneur. I am also a book author.
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Adam A. Azim 