From the first remembered breath, I was running to escape. I didn’t need a map. It didn’t matter which direction. It hurt too much for any fool to s…

This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed

Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.

I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here

There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?

The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…

Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.

A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.

Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.