I Will

I hate to kill you, I'd hate to die, you seem a decent fellow as well

Reaching Back

I saw him. He held a razor to his wrist, tears streaming freely down his cheeks. He kept whispering, "Just do it. Just do it. Just do it." I saw him, trying to convince himself to cut his life off, and I had no idea how to stop him, or if I should try. When… Continue reading Reaching Back

Lasting First

we can see the galaxy, we're watching the spin of infinite depths of time and light, in our little remote spot

Through A Mist

There is at least a small chance, still, that this life is my dream and one day I will wake to find that nothing was lost.