call back

Sometimes it feels like it’s all the same and that it’s all meaningless. every day it’s another struggle. this continuous attempt at stemming time; trying to subdue our surroundings, our lives. trying to gain some control. do you ever feel like that? and then you wake up the next morning and it starts all over … Continue reading call back

grafted

There I lay, among so many others like me, in my death unknowing. the debris of other lives and of time around us. in our own darkness where we witnessed second hand light not knowing that it was second hand, not knowing what living was because our lives were shrouded in death and we thought … Continue reading grafted

one

But what difference will i make? i am only one. i am small and insignificant. i am no different from anyone else. yet the life force within, the 'thing' that is bigger than me kept whispering in the wind to the very soul of me ... "trust me ... others have gone before and others … Continue reading one