I once beheld an ancient scene as… where many people gathered to the… Disciples came from all around and… to hear the words of he whom they… But on this would be fateful day,…

Seconds tick as years go by, both the same to me. Time and space be mere illusions..… nothing’s as it seems. Like the wind, we’re drifting on

Can I write you? Can I slip into your eyes in search of words to describe? May I move as a soft caress upon your skin,

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,

What lies beneath a sea of numb where ships of heart were taken do… Sunk to the bottom with the one I hated and I meant to drown. For in its hull it carried pain

It seems so very long ago and yet… we stood as one and made the vow t… Then sealed this vow as things are… But at the time it never crossed o… that such a vow has not the power…

Unto what shall I liken my strugg… Unto a breath without air, gasping… for that which I can clearly see a… but like unto the shining stars of… lies as it would seem high above m…

So much time I now spend, watchin… Watching as others pass by, living… Living their lives. I watch not for the care of wantin… or even so mush as to learn from w…

It’s hard to always know in life which way is best to go. Following fads and trends tends to be not, from what I know.

Once crashed the waves in tempest’… and blew the wind as sails were to… Once drove the rain against frozen… as darkness took the vessel in. Once void of any hope at all,

Most people have a lot, most have a list of gidgets and gadgets and trinkets to buy. It’s just human nature

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,

In a world full of people so lost in the fight I’ve not met another like you, who midst all the crowd stands out in the night...

A silent end, a fading friend, an… A tear-stained eye, a question why… A solemn stare, the mirror’s glare… A slow walk home, still there alon… Where do you go when all is lost?…

Sometimes it doesn’t go the way you thought it would at all. Sometimes the pieces all line up though randomly they fall. Sometimes I guess you’re better o…