Teddy Dondanville


Into life I am born. In this life I perform. With this life I conform. By this life I am sworn.

Sometimes I sit and wonder. What it’d be like to be a bug. To spend all day, Crawling or perhaps flying.   Incessantly searching for, Whatever it is they need. Food? Water? Why even bother?   Then, I realize not much is different. Between me, And a little bug. Our search coincides, Around that which is inside.   Their world, my world. Both revolve around the same thing. One tiny life except… Read More