Lost is more of a mindset than a place...
Lost
Road to Gilead
I could use a gentle rain as I walk the road to Gilead...
Yours to Save
Childlike eyes unto the grave...
Sailors and Monsters
We grow up awake, slowly falling asleep...
A Hopeful Breath
This is a street I could fall in love on, where everyone's eyes reflect the stringed lights. Cobbles hold the weight of it all - the hearts and the hopes of what could and might.
Again.
Good night, my friend, and tell me where are you going again?
Hearing the Stars, Pt. II: But the Silence
They were and I was, and altogether united and altogether separated, we were.
Whimsy-Roamer
Slog in the Weighs of Barrie
The Art of Being
All I can say is, much like this post, I didn't know how it all started, where it went, and I pray it never concludes. All I knew was that I simply was in that moment, and the precise art of being is one to always be sought but never mastered.
