Some stand right in front of me yet I seem unable to reach out & touch them. When I try they have a tendency to disappear into some void...

A little like a salt shaker. If I sprinkle a little of myself here and there, might it sweeten the deal and add flavour? But what faces...

A quiet place is found in the comfort of the mind. Beauty of natures whisper amplifies that inner song. Flames crackle. The birds sing a...

Self-Doubt - The knife severs who we are; what we do; our essence. Acceptance of this lover created we name doubt. Power gifted, prison...

This vessel. This life inside a life. Is it pulling at my essence? Does it desire for me to withdraw into the many whispers of whom I am...