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to all my cafe friends, near and far

on the loss of innocence and my place in the world

I never expected to be here alive. Oh, I had hoped for it more than you could imagine. I clung to the reassuring words and staked my claims on the ..

I’ve got love on my arm and hope in my heart. I’m holding together by falling apart. I’m resting on mercy and living in grac..

He holds the key close to his chest, afraid to let it out of sight. Paranoid, he will not rest�" Even in the dead of night. Wh..

The wonder of stained glass is that it’s impure and broken, yet Light shines through it all the same and moves people to stare in awe. I d..

What do you call a sun that’s just set If its light is still painting the sky? The Heaven’s blue is not too deep yet, But shows r..

Dear friends, what wonder is this! Never forget what it’s like to be raised to life�"the exhilaration as we open our eyes, blink,..

Oh Beauty, why wound me so? The brilliance of the sun burns my skin, The scabs on my wounds crack and peel, And I can..

Hope is the fever my heart cannot shake, Waves of delirium crash and then break Over this tattered mind and wearied soul As the long to someh..