How can a loving God condemn his children to hell?
Sunlight poured into the room through a skylight in the roof. Max rolled over onto his side and glanced at his watch. 7:58 a.m. He was two minutes early to his alarm clock. Closing his eyes for a second, he yawned into his pillow. Darn his meticulously accurate body clock. He could’ve used those two … Continue reading A Day in the Life of Max (Episode 1)
Oh to be trapped in a world you once knew. Strangers once friends, become numbers - cues Chairs turned backwards, memories - hope, the chance at growth. Blurry eyes and knuckles raw, I watch the world in fearless awe. A haze of uncertainty enshrouds the air invisible yet deadly there is no escape. Hush my … Continue reading Flurries in a Haze of Mindless Uncertainty
I never cared what strangers thought... but you were different.
The darkness was a space where dreams floated aimlessly. ~ She walked the bridge, a candle her only light. The menacing smile attacked her calm despair. It wasn't real... this underworld mystery. Yet in it she saw the statue of herself. ~ Lost inside she turned to stone, her hand upon the empty tomb. Watered … Continue reading Where Dreams Float Aimlessly
In a word, conflict. To have a desire is not an admirable thing. It means that you are not content with where you are, right here, right now. To have a desire is to branch out beyond the realm of the known into the greener grass of the neighborhood. The sun is shining, … Continue reading Pathway 1.9 The Deep Desire of a Satirical Thinker
The problem with being single is that... There is no problem. (It’s all in your head) 💗 You’re absolutely beautiful. Do you not know that you are fearfully and wonderfully made? There is ONE who is so much better than you can ever imagine. HE will fill the night sky HE will open the heavens … Continue reading A Singular Idea
She thought she was over him, a year had passed between them. Yet when she saw his face she still froze in place. How long does it take to burn the memories inside ? the double-faced die the old, worn-out lie. The minutes they shared were not to be compared to an overdue meal, a … Continue reading The Memories Inside
You care about me, at least, that's what they say. They say a lot of things; but, don't we all? This shirt, this dress, that hair, that doll- perfect replicas of an imperfect wall. The madness is a weight falling heavy on my plate. Ambition, dreams, goals, success, a looming fog, … Continue reading They Say//My Belief//Your Voice
Sometimes we are content to absorb ideas, politics, convictions, a way of life within an American dream. but... Opinions over preference turns individuals into groups. Groups in the same trap of turning their brains ON and their hearts OFF. Don't be a social chameleon! Listen to the sound of your own music, turn the white … Continue reading Don’t be a Social Chameleon