Nothing great happen on its own
There is no rise without a price...
I have no intention, for my words to spark an...
my only wish is to articulate in imagery...
What do I see in my own reflection?
Do I mirror life's success and security...
We await our break
from books and learning...
The planted seed
Growing from its roots...
With all the pain from heartbreak
And the gift she gave as heartache...
A time of the door
Breath the air by yourself nose...
I have no idea
why I'm suprised...
He was endearingly tall
Joined in my parabolic walk...
Thank you for your heart
Thank you for your sacrifice...
Cup half empty leads us to spiritual warfare
looking for happiness in whatever soars there...
To the soot-covered artists
With the ashes of being misunderstood...