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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You Were the sunlight. You brought me

Was it too much to ask? Perhaps this truly is fair, some retribution for past misdeeds or a shield against unnecessary pa… But that is not for you to decide

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

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

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

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