write the frontier

Some Get Out, Some Don't When your soul is crying our from its cage, but there seems to be no open door.

When a soul is heavy and dark just like the storm clouds rapidly chasing you down on the horizon.

In a veil of a darkened soul, I hid for so long.

When the cutting reality of life spills you all over the place and your hurt becomes someone's blessing. There are times in life when...

Do you hear me!? Do you cry out with me!? Do you truly understand pain you world so confused and centered on self!? Do you really see...

Fall evenings are for home projects. Fall evening are for old frontiers to go to sleep, while others come to life. It is hard for me to...