so maybe that's just itwe're all lost searching for something greaterperhaps something this universe cannot provide.and that is the only evidence prov..
Mine is not a story, not a testimony I don't really know what it isI never have.Daily I wake up to an uncertain desire, I don't know what it is, but o..
This was youpoor young and obscureyou walked about my life,like a bag of stones being dragged wherever I wenteverything you had was stripped away ,all..
And yet uncertainI plunge forward,I know not where I go, neither where I have beenI look back, and it all seems dark,seems hurtand again I look forwar..