The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.
Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
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 gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
It seems for ages, I have been trapped behind yet another version of what I want to think I know. I was so sure I loved you
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…
Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
