#GivingUp #Heartache #LosingYourDreams
Living every day, wondering why I… never really knowing why I’m here. Singing every song, always going w… feeling like I always live in fear… Hating what I see, wanting more t…
Each day I run, each day I hide from the me I’ve locked inside. The me I made in younger years. The me reflected in my tears. The me my mother warned me of,
Now, at the end, looking back... what else have I to do but reflect… in a sleepless round of ever mounting despair. Despair born and thereafter bred
Now the calm of new fallen snow lies in silent peace and stillness… gently covering the loneliness of midnight city streets. As I walk, I cannot help but wond…
I woke one day as I recall, years back in time but not in mind… The reason I know not at all, but felt I there and humbled knew, for peace distilled as morning dew…
Midst fear and doubt, when prayers have ceased, unannounced, without a sound, returns the clouds and falls the rain...
Awakened by song of long distant v… a beam of light cuts the abyss. Serenades calling, the lost and th… sneaking into lives gone far amiss… The sound of strings breathing, em…
What is the point of going on, is there something left to find? Too many days of rise and fall have left me far behind. And what’s to gain in trying to fe…
Love has so many forms by which it… in simple acts of kindness made in… Sometimes it takes a hand and spen… Sometimes it takes a few steps bac… And every time two lovers finally…
Bah ratcha tas contavalaz you rase-neflapher’d wagicaud! Condaver haufin polysnip! I’ll tell you just where you can s… your pi-calogin traginine!
This world of ice. Forged in frozen sheets, layer upon layer. So many attempts to thaw, daily melting.
Most people have a lot, most have a list of gidgets and gadgets and trinkets to buy. It’s just human nature
Things to adorn yourself. Things for your home. Things of a thousand kind, what do you own? Gather it all til you have everyth…
I once beheld an ancient scene as… where many people gathered to the… Disciples came from all around and… to hear the words of he whom they… But on this would be fateful day,…
Don’t thru to pour me into a mold. I’m not made out of plaster... I’m made out of stone.