Dream to be Free

What a rush. The world stands still as the soul separates itself from its shackles and soars towards the heavens, channeling Orvilles and Wilburs as the breeze ripples its embodiment in joyous applause, weightless and buoyant in pious freedom whose purity is matched only by those who dared not to dream. Fading glimmers on a … Continue reading

Kinds of Our Time

Wandering souls on a moving landscape of expectation juxtaposed against a sea of self entitlement and disbelief; held accounted for by the unicorned armies that slave tirelessly in the name of an ideal of their own creation stopping only to notice the flaws of others; building fruitless waves of anger and depression; self medicated and … Continue reading