Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,

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

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

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

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

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,