I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
There are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…
Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…
I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail
From the first remembered breath, I was running to escape. I didn’t need a map. It didn’t matter which direction. It hurt too much for any fool to s…
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…
Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…