(2014)
At this point, my anxiety and depression were snowballing into what they are today.
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
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness
A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.
Some say Hell is fire and brimstone. Some say Ice and darkness. Endless suffering, Eternal damnation.
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,
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody
Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future
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…