I walk the crooked, soiled streets of the city.On my way to convene with the maker.Longing for answers.I cannot help feeling alone despite being surro..
Day yields to night.Night surrenders to day.Darkness dares light.We long to find our way.Trees bend to beckoning breezes.The tide washes only where it..
Life.Death.Whispers in the dark.Promises in the park.Quiet seduction.Empty words.Haphazard and human.Calamitous yet coaxing.Sacrilegious snare.Siniste..
Sometimes I wonder what I would have done if I had been one of the twelve with Jesus at the end.I think I might have turned my back on him out of weak..
The day is ours, especially the light.Words are fleeting, but not the plaguing fight.Bees do not venture far from hives.Candles multiply in remittent ..
"What do you want?""Have mercy on me."I know what it is to have everything and yet have nothing.I know what it is to have nothing and yet have everyth..