Pain Is Like Fabric: The Stronger It

We All Want To Do Something To Mitigate The Pain Of Loss Or To Turn Grief Into Something Positive, To Find A Silver Lining In The Clouds. But I Believe There Is Real Value In Just Standing There, Being Still, Being Sad.

The Light Filtered Throught The Leaves And Pine Needles Above As If Through Lace, The Ground Spotted In Shadow.

That's The Mystery, Isn't It? Is The Labyrinth Living Or Dying? Which Is He Trying To Escape---the World Or The End Of It?

High School Made Me Realize That The People Who Say They Will Never Change, Are Always The Ones Who Change The Most.

I Kept It For Myself Like A Keepsake, As If Sharing The Memory Might Lead To Its Dissipation.