I slip away into the night, I won't have much to take. Only the story of this life, with you, I leave behind

I know it's me that needs this moment. Your hand to hold my heart still cares. A thought I will hold when I wake in the morning, when I turn to you and you're not there.

Energy in expression is silent. The knowing of what no words can say. A chasm of gravity could ever hold,; Weightless, it is part of all living things

How this life speeds right by, the odometer forgetting how fast it sped. Grinding the foot and pressing the metal, not counting road side markers ahead

Man sees what he knows, not what he seesShort story, The Mallard

Most epiphanies happen after great loss or tragedy. The soul is equipped to deal with dynamic events because of its elastic quality. Energy is mutable, it can change its presence, but not its tone.

Adversity are the lemons nobody wanted, but without them we would still be in a cave pounding rocks