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

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

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?

Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed

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

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,

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…

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

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

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

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

You Were the sunlight. You brought me

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