I’m the same as everyone else, I seek what others seek - that path that leads to life amids… this world so dark and bleak. And as I’ve sought, I’ve often re…

What happens when you finally deci… to change what you’re doing and sw… Is it like when the fog clears awa… and you find where you stand? Or is it more like the unveiling o…

Hand on the wheel and mind in the… between Lubbock Texas and home. The sky is as big as the rolling p… no better place to be alone. It feels like a movie that’s mixed…

It seems evil flourishes time afte… Men follow cycles of hate, greed a… mixed in with apathy, jealously, f… I’ve wondered the cause but it’s r… For the war rages on betwixt Sata…

I must have wished a thousand time… that somehow we could live our liv… for something more. And I can’t help but wonder why we strive to keep so much in line,

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…

As lightening shone and thunder bl… I danced the dance that dancers do… They danced it back and asked if… would mind them dancing through th… I thought no harm could come of th…

Nothing can stop the unquenchable… fed by the flame of the deepest de… Born of a purpose, intent that is… in the one who’s determined to do… One who believes it can always be…

I’ve never liked the winds of chan… they bring the cold and driving ra… destroying what was calm and warm and leaving nothing but the storm. They make me have to rise and flee

Death transcends the toll of time. Stands beneath a smoke-filled sky. Spirits rise up from the past, row by row from first to last. Like silhouettes of lifeless trees

Each time before when I had falle… I found upon the ground were words… a latticework of scaffolding to cl… back to the surface with the crowd… I’d stay close to the ledge not kn…

Starring out my window this Decem… all I can do is long for you again… Sometimes I feel I’m over you, li… move on and forget about all that’… But as the raindrops fall, all of…

There’s a corner of eternity where I’ve built a simple home. A place that I can go to when I want to be alone. A place where winds of

Will Heaven help me through this… will it be there in my need? How much is mine to do alone? At which point should I plead? Is it there when my head is down

It doesn’t matter how the sun sets… nor how the clear streams flow. There is no joy in waves of grain or brilliant fields of snow. This world in all its glory