Regret Is A Forest

A cadence unknown may it lift you up. How you could feel control it you must. Where the unknown trembles the soul and leaves confidence void of steady feet; stumble we will to sounds off beat yet without chances not knowing consumes. Better we follow our heart’s longings or our identity is what we didn’t…

Fully Automatic Heart

I can’t believe I’m doing this. This one hurts a little and is a little dark. I sweared to myself to never share this. It seems my trip down memory lane had me sifting through some old notebooks. In them, amongst copious notes of Lord Of The Rings, and I mean hundreds of pages worth,…

A Hand Reaches Back, The Blindness Of Pride

Sometimes my wisdom must pull my pride back to reality and it asks me… Have you walked where I’ve walked? Have you tread where I have tread? Have you seen what I have seen? Have you bled what I have bled? Dragging feet through the thick snow, traversing the peaks of the highest cliff, staring…