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

Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.

I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to

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

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

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

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

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…

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