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

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

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

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

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

Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness

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

In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,

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…

You Were the sunlight. You brought me

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,

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