Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right

The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.

So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,

Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,

Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?

The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody

Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know

If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much

In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,