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

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

If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much

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

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

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

I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to

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

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

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,

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

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