it started as a whisper  soft warnings... just at the edges of awareness  the way a storm builds  only a murmur in the distance drifting on a slight breeze but it grew... from a tiny sound barely audible... to a full blown roar leaving nothing behind only total destruction... no going...

the sky looked like the workof an artistwho has never onceseen a skynever once let his eyes wander upto the nightand feel that quiet pullof distancenever once watched daylightspill over the edgeof the worldnever once stood beneath eveninwhile colorburned...

sadness grows it doesn't go it bows from the weight of itmy thoughts reach heaven with inquiriesthe reply, tell me little one, what does it take to evolve a soul? answer me if you knowit is my nature to...

it blows my mind sometimes the vastness of a soul and how much it contains a universe in a fragile shell like an egg carrying life... so easily destroyed   I've consigned mine to nature a connection deeper than I can express the one space in which I...

beautiful being of an understandingcruelty for cruelities sakemy heart knows not the waybut I see the glimmer in the ghosts around meare they because I imgined them into beingis the Earth really a matrix shifting according to moodor is...