The sun is always setting somewhere.
Bury me in an old graveyard…
They seem so unimportant. But they are seared on my memory as if they were something terrible.
(Fair warning: contains some potentially disturbing content.) I suspect that humans believe that they are invincible. Not all of us, of course, and not all the time.… Read more “Silent Screams”
Beauty in life is easy to see and appreciate, but beauty in death – that is a rare gift.
My mind is a forest. Sometimes I am lost in it. . In some places, Sun shines through trees Gold through green Leaves dance down little fairy… Read more “My mind is a forest…”
It’s hard, when you have total faith that this is what God is calling you to do and still the doors feel like they’re not only closed before you, but also locked. But he’d been praying and today God replied:
“Go to Cleburne airport tonight and stay until sunset.”
Some people have a homeland; a place that their heart calls most beautiful on earth, a place they always want to go back to.
There are stories written in the skin of my arms.
Let me tell you a story. It’s a new story; it only really began on August 2, 2017. But there was a preface, of course. The story couldn’t exist without a preface, and there’s no way to understand the story without the preface. I like to say that the story begins on August 2, because that’s neat and simple. The preface is harder.