A moment in time, a fragment – and then it’s gone. Like a breath on the wind, captured in a swirl of energy. It exists, it transforms, but that breath, that moment, is gone. AreContinue reading
I have some things I want to say to you, and I believe they are things you need to hear. So take them to heart, because they are words that I have never said. InContinue reading
Home is not what most believe it to be. Home is not a place, or a person, or an idea. Home is You waiting for you. Home is the realization that the shrouded, scared, powerless person you believe yourself to be is not you at all. That version of you is truly the apparition, the ghost masquerading as you. The You that is waiting – that is who, deep down, you know yourself to be.
Everything was fine until madness hit! But we’ll get through it. Probably.