I lend a thought unto thee // My true Love, my Home to Be
If I Could Build My Love a Home
The finest things make homes...
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
The morning sky blushes at the sight of us
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. XI: The Middle
We want more than we are, and to be more than we are. The tension brings rise to imagination-captivating inventions that bring us closer to the Middle.
I got lost in the stars tonight and, in what felt like the very first time I discovered imaginary lines between the ever-present light They connected to the palm of my hand and from there, to my heart and all that I am They burned, so I could hardly stand I fell to my knees,... Continue Reading →