I am part of the texture...
Texture
One Who Simply Is Not
I cannot tell if the storm is coming, or if it passed long ago...
Apocryphal State
Is this not the same place in which most men die?
Crack in the Wall
That night, as I laid bed, stories running through my mind, with a groan and creak, I lifted my head, then I understood, and I cried
Do I Stand, Forgotten
Do I stand, forgotten, as I forget myself?
Ruminations of a Working Man: Wild I Am
Some songs get you going and remind you who you are. This morning as I drove to work, this song came on and I listened especially intently to the words.
This Is How Things Are Done Around Here
Cold winter creeping in with a blizzard and a whiteout without any reason other than, "this is how things are done around here."
Hearing the Stars, Pt. II: But the Silence
They were and I was, and altogether united and altogether separated, we were.
December Rose 