the prayers buried away |
a suttle wrestling of the wind begins this journey...at first it seemes to be only a breeze that races across my skin, but quickly it picks up momentum and etches itself into my shadow. this weighted ...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 18:40:00 GMT |
my ignorance and sloven heart |
the following is a retelling of the dream i just awoke from. as i do with every good dream, i attempt to chase them down and see what my mind was thinking when my ego was not in control. and as an art...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 13:15:00 GMT |
the stirring power of X's.... |
a rare but breif sober and honest moment, and somewhat cathartic
it always happens when you least expect it. just when you think you burned all the photographs and drank away all the memories, it hit...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Sep 2006 22:03:00 GMT |
