Time flies by just as the wind
cursing the life of a demons friend...

The Rocking Chair
The wind so cool, the middle of March...

Daddy's Gone.
She awoke in such anger, found it hard to believe...

He Does It Because He Loves Me.
Here we go again, yet another day...

I'm trapped within these doors,
that close behind each thought...

He said he's walking out that door,
then threw my stuff along the floor...

His way of smiling gave me ease.
His way of loving captivated me...

Behold a lady
so fine and fare...

God.
Perhaps this quest for knowledge...

My favorite things.
Selections among selections...

To: Him
From: Me...

A beautiful figure flying above,
higher than my highest dreams...