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

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.