Tag: dusted shelves

The Edge of Enough

~ Vennie Kocsis

Pulling myself back from the fall, one root, one breath, one truth at a time.

It’s My Birthday. Will the Growing Pains Subside?

~ Vennie Kocsis

To find your balance, master the art of gratitude.

Soul Genocide

~ Vennie Kocsis

Into ash and stone leaping downwards. This place would never feel like home.

Why Did You Just Kill Me?

~ Vennie Kocsis ~ 2 Comments

His eyes even seem to gleam. I can't break my gaze from his beautiful face. He is mesmerizing.

The Death of Ms. Hagley

~ Vennie Kocsis ~ 5 Comments

I thought I'd feel reprieve; some kind of soul relief to find out she died.