Passion

Sierra

This world gets tired again, my soul it does seek asylum. My mind it starves for her eyes and seeks to define them. Quite the journey it has been watching her walk in and out of my prescience now again… Read More ›

I Shall Strut

Void chasms, rugged mountains; dry streams empty fountains. In life everything ends. Where do you begin? I begin in dreams firing neurons filling streams. The void looks back. So I just don’t react. For what am I but movement, a… Read More ›

Where I Retreat

Watch I do the masses celebrate. I can’t comply I will not commiserate. I will withdraw to my place and draw. What my mind while in darkness saw. The embattlements that I have battled would make any soul become sadly… Read More ›