Ahoy! There she is! In formal times, gracefully gliding across the glassy sea. Her figure so stout and proud. On a voyage so resolute, unwavering against the coming storms and serpents of the deep blue sea. Her sails swelled by the gift of...

I hold dear the distant glow of happiness and I’m drawn to it like a moth attracted to light.  

I want to talk to you about finding strength in weakness. I am vulnerable, and I feel there is only so much I can do to solve my weaknesses. I’m deeply touched by those who claim to be helpful,...

Await the coming storm I will, Amid its bearing swells, I stand stoically still. I look up into the clouded heavens for prayer, little did I know there was evil in the air. Once more, staring into that gray, I shall never see the...