Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

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

You Were the sunlight. You brought me

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

When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions

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

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…

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

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,

How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide

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

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

The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody