I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.

Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.

I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.

I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I

I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.

A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.

These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,

What lingers within me is ancient… prepared for the worst of all poss… No matter how deeply I rest while… it’s forever awake, coiled and rea… It seems to be from before there w…

What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than

I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…

I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.

God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…