In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

Notes from the margins of a drifting soul.

A man's heart leads him like a slave

What you’re waiting for is still being built. The delay is love, not punishment.

There are no words for the weight, only the sound it makes dragging through time.

I may only be dirt, but even dust can float and be beautiful in the morning sun.

fish from the stream of my thoughts

I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as if I had wings.

The dream whisperer hovers near me

“You don’t know who you are until you’re in a fight for your soul.”