Where would I be if not with you
Where would I be if not with you
in your tiny hand among the Irish yew.
For I was not me, but a wandering daze
away from...
In Trying Times
With foundations rocky
The need to retreat grows stronger.
As uncertainty rips through a barely grown over path
Solitude beckons, company no longer
Wanted as new roots dislodge...
Artwork 1
I keep digging, But just getting deeper, I keep climbing, But the mountain gets steeper, And I question myself, Every single day
Rusty Coil
Night is still the air is dry
There is beauty in the dead silence,
Unaware in the copper sand
I am prey to your violence,
Slithering around taste...
Worry
Things happen in this life that are simply out of our control
But it's the way that we handle them that helps us ease our...