Category: hope

We are but vessels in the night, carried by the thoughts and dreams of our past, hope begins to erode, as visions of the future

As the story runs its course, and the last sentence is written and read. The story continues to live in the mind and heart of

We are but dust flowing in an endless breeze, reaching for what lies ahead, hoping for our final destination, one we wish we could see,

Between the beats of our hearts, we find peace and solitude that nourishes our souls and propels us forward through time and space. Connecting with

As the dew holds firmly to its nightly companion, and as the dawn slowly approaches, a fear of release begins to cascade. Fear of loss,