(2014)
At this point, my anxiety and depression were snowballing into what they are today.
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much
Some say Hell is fire and brimstone. Some say Ice and darkness. Endless suffering, Eternal damnation.
I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,
People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
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,
How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
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…
First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.