The torn remain of what was plain waves now ore frozen ground, in winds that blow cold ice and snow
I wonder. I wonder. I wonder why it goes. I deny it, try to fight it
I took for granted everything, colors of every hue. I didn’t know those colors filled my world because of you. So, like the fool I am
With childhood eyes reflecting. Clear mountain day remembering. Fresh cut hay reviving. Together we’d play, etching memories never to be forgotten.
When I was young I was eager and… believing in something came quite… Found new things to conquer and ne… worked hard for perfection most al… Dug through information piled high…
We wait for what we long for, we long for what we need. Impatience and anxiety give root to errant deed that grows to yield but heartache,
A thin line extends to divide fait… and so often the side you are on i… for despite every effort to keep h… and despite every prayer and despi… that you’ve used to inspire and ke…
Twas an ordinary scene on an ordin… she an ordinary woman on her ordin… Doing work of little consequence,… Could she have known that someday… For as she went to fill her pot a…
If you see light through the trees… don’t look away just feel the air. It brings the whispering on the br… so in that moment fix your stare. For as the tulip breaks through sn…
Even now, despite the time that’s gone by since you were mine… I find at quiet moments in my hear… that you never left me for in my heart there is no door
What do the heavens think of me? When God looks down what does he… What things run through his mind a… Beholding one who once was there, now forging through this world of…
Depression and heartache and yearn… common throughout all the years, general amongst all the masses, driven by so many fears. It’s truly the struggle of ages,
So tired of fighting, don’t feel like writing here in the dark of the night. As I sit here and sit with my head full of shit
Is it me? Is it real? The feelings that I feel... never seem to match the world around me. What if I’m lost in time,
Each path we walk, it forges somet… a step within a stair. A line part of a rhythmic pattern and we’re unaware. We’re so wrapped up in what’s befo…