Darkness blankets the city as she would, when I remember how she closed the curtains, turned off the light, and tucked me in at night. At this point I knew nothing bad would happen, all the doubts or worries became rose pedals and cherry blossoms dancing in my head as I would gently, drift off [...]

Glass shatters against the bare, white wall as shadows sway in the moonlight. Glass sticks jaggedly, through the thin membrane, its presence conjures up an awakening from within. I stare at the glass as I stare back at myself, seeing the oddly familiar reflection, like an old friend who I have missed all these years. [...]

I would cry, for awhile. Tears trickling down, eyes closed, not willing to accept the facts, seeing only the inconsistencies, the infallibility, the doubts, spurting about from within, I’d cry to numb the pain. Numbing would not be enough though, I would need something stronger, more caustic. The times. The years. The pain. All would [...]

It is not about the road or the date, but the time and the space, in the survival of a father and son. In a hopeless world with cheerless dreams as the ravens scream, as bare bones litter the wasteland as humanity tears itself limb from limb, The Road by Cormac McCarthy, bears this theme: [...]

a brief overview of Wide Awake, by Erwin McManus

The distant hum of recurrence, reverberating off my ear canal—I shun the reality around, hoping, praying for some type of revelation to ease my self-capitulation, my persistence of non-existence. I create just to donate, scrawled up paperbacks of leafless dissent—my, my, my how time flies, just like instant bloody butterflies. To ponder yet only wonder [...]

Compare and Contrast w/ Maggie and Watchmen

scribbles of tiredness of a MM class of no meaning.

my struggle with why i don’t know everything in life….