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

Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know

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

I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,

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

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

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

Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

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

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

The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.