one last time i knock on the door no one answers its to bad

time stretched spread thin numbing resolution screaming silently

never allow yourself to feel secon… creation is about PASSION don’t overthink it allow it to fill your life to the point that you can’t help b…

passions bastard children our young love

Light dew skips across the oceans… She speaks to me of loves gone by There has been a lot of heartache As the Sun and Moon drift by We talk for hours on end

**Must View From PC I was cast And molded From the very beginning My purpose etched upon my shoulder…

you see beauty in something that n… it is yours to do with as you plea… you hold it in the palm of your ha… its fate is yours to control or co… but you are not satisfied to live…

After long day of staring at progr… My mind feels numb and worn over Like a dry, dusty, frayed covering Barely shielding my consciousness… Like a ratty blanket no longer ser…

every book left on the shelf longs to be

*when asked to describe Eve she is not tied to any particular… for it is the power of her passion… in its myriad of forms which draws me in

note: Read top to bottom then bott… Listen closely Do you hear it The voice inside Wanting desperately to scream out

there she sits as unreadable to me as ever in that shell she made a home for all i know she could be peeking between invisible fingers

i walk purposefully into the room muscles fatigued from the mornings labor cutting wood

her body held here in captivity her body lying here

to fish quietly taught by his absence to be