I believe that I have been led to write this blog, for I am passionate about the Lord, women, and writing it just seems like an organic collaboration. I wish this to be a safe space, where insecurities can be voiced, embraced and healed. I just pray that I can do this justice. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.

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My name is Patrick Hart, writer, musician, amatuer photographer, lover of the absurd, oxford comma enthusiast, marathoner of the run-on sentence, and seven year night shift laboring simian working for his monthly bananas. This blog will house various musings about life, liberty, and the pursuit of whatever this is, updates on current projects, and other uses I have yet to realize in this medium. Chapter One, Part Five.

Searching for meaning and the end? This poem was written by me when I was not in a very stable state of mind so proceed at Ur own risk! If I am okay. Do I cry myself to sleep at night. What I think about sunsets. What message I tell the stars. How I manage on my own. What I feel when I see your picture. Ask me ,please ask me! All posts are written by S unless otherwise stated. Keep reading and happy blogging! Looking at the Moon.

Bogged down by any pesky romantic sub-plots! I have what o.

A poem, a caravan. To kill a black man.

And I think I am in love with the very idea of loving someone. Yes, she was trapped in a bell jar.