Some poetry, some prose, and some photos. Some of these pictures were taken more than a year ago, but still had hold the same meaning. Everything presented here is meant to tell a story. Read/look and enjoy.
I will not break I will not fold, the heaviest stories are the ones untold
My God and my pen
Penetrate depths of life that
To sing in rain smirk
Among shadows and mean it
Is strength at it’s best.
Exhausted, losses become less impactful.
Fighting through figuring out, letting go, and stripping everything to hand to God.
Not taking back out of hands that hold universe, planets, souls in palm.
Merge under dawn with tinted skies pointing down into the sunroof. Sobriety of poems
Make freedom seem only a median away, His skies sprinkle light lifeboats in the middle of all.
Hands move impulsive
In deed passing roots to seeds
Unable to bear.
Everything we have will be consumed in due time, left under the sun to burn and be lifted off this plateau in a fashion where it never existed. Our hearts are feeble pieces, constantly trying to save themselves from reality.