Quiescence
Expressions in landscape
An old beginning
Everything we could have been
All things said will be unsaid
One must exercise the soul to not let the darkness inside. It’s so easy to happen, a small thread, broken, here and there, a small gesture, a word, tiny keys unlocking our hell.
Words in the air
Loneliness is without, not within
The things we gain never outweigh the things we loose
Before I left
