Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?

So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,

Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right

If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much

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

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

Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...

A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads

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

Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,

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