Released from its certainity.
Fear clings to its nourishment.
The storm snaps them, and with reluctance they fly into the unknown, (with acceptance).
But I'm a leaf on the wind.
Where no storm was invited.
Letting go knowingly into the unknown.
True freedom flourishes with resentment.
The pressure of the fingers, the expression of the soul, the movement of the shoulder, the eyes flutter to darkness and the first note of...
I've roamed around in my cave, I've seen the light around the stone, But I have watched the splintered darkness, the stone h...
A gallant knight of Old, Held his sword of souls. He sat upon a rock of mold, his armour cracked with holes. Sorrowful eyes looked to t...
It resides in us all... the heartache of sadness in this unholy act of violence, why? the word which trembles with anger and revenge, why...