Why does this wound
never close, never heal...
To protect their heaven,
they have forged hell within their hearts...
It is a song that resembles me
It also heals me...
I wish I could’ve protected you from the grown...
From secrets that weren’t meant to be kept and...
I am Poetry,
the first wound of silence...
The contact point of continuance is simple: I have...
I have carved a void to whirl inside. It is a...
You say it is too late
For forgiveness...
Andrew
We are all...
who is praying now?
To my Father...
I’m a shadow on the highway
No map in hand...
Brother Mark
I am so happy...
Surviving the night,
the new blossom has no choice...