(2014)
People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much
Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?
What do I do now? Where do I go from here? What does this mean for us? How Do
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future
This darkness in which I stand is void. I am alone with naught but my work… and naught but my thoughts. Though on occasion, he stands besi…
Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.
If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much
When is something truly hopeless? Is it when you cannot go on? When life throws impossible obstac… Is it that moment when you give up… Tired of the injustice and apathy?
Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the
Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness