(2014)
At this point, my anxiety and depression were snowballing into what they are today.
Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.
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…
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...
A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.
Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the
Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness
First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.
When is something truly hopeless? Is it when you cannot go on? When life throws impossible obstac… Is it that moment when you give up… Tired of the injustice and apathy?
A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody
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
Some say Hell is fire and brimstone. Some say Ice and darkness. Endless suffering, Eternal damnation.
Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?