Conversations with God

When I can't pray, I hope -There's someone out there with warm memories of me,Thinking good thoughts, speaking good thingsDreaming sweet dreams about me.When I can't pray, I hope -There's someone out there falling in love with the same moonAnd in her phases she grows and becomes fullIn her brokeness, in the darkness, with a... Continue Reading →

LOST

It could be bleeding that I need –
so that I can see the life within,
And that time heals the wounds,
but the scars remain,
A reminder,
A portrait,
A lesson.
A win.

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