With bloodied hands and trembling resolve, I scraped my way out of the wreckage. I looked into the mirror and, for the first time, called myself home.
Tag: recovery
The Current Tide
Thinking of home I am a Universal vagabond with my heart strapped on
Un-Acknowledged
In the hovering bowels of mysticism where the cynics hang their hats, she waits to be acknowledged.
Falling Silent
You are constantly encountering moments being sunk into an abyss of dark absence.
Hourglass
There's a faded line etween reality band time.
Save It
Save the idle banter and the petty, senseless chatter for the next innocent victims of your self created disaster.






