When I was young I listened only to the song of the one bird that I loved. all my energy was spent on losing myself to its music. so inclined I was towards it, so attuned, that it was near impossible for me to hear any other sound, and that gap between near and complete … Continue reading song
darkness
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
be the light
let your light shine on. no matter how weak or dim, it will remain always brighter than the surrounding darkness.
cracked not broken 