Wide open doors, worn out spaces. Where they used to sit. Before they came to halt. Beyond the horizon of whispers. Small trinkets in wood and metal. New patterns you have to draw. And lack of warmth in silence. So that you can stumble. But baby i know i know. Will end in a light switch. And not a moon eclipse.

What makes us alike keeps us apart. I tend to be gone a lot. None of which are an excuse for my being gone, I simply like being in the background. Why do we cling to things? December 8, 2016. A Flaming Sword of Justice. Do you drink coffee? July 27, 2016. It was not a fatal absence after all.

And made his way into oblivion. Of everyone he once held dear. Roars from the empty rooms. And echoes off the walls. She soothes her broken heart.

You got slightly beside yourSelf. From sitting at the back to driving. Mr Bus Driver, Sir. Congratulations, by the way, Koon-bye-yah! Your promotion got you Drunk-High right now. You can drive and got to thinking.

And our smiles were wry. And our eyes were impudent and dry. And all our limbs, were not our limbs. And all our thoughts were prosthetic. And the serpent was naked too. And my baggy pants were the witnesses to the trespass. And the Death has forsaken us. In our castles of dirt. And Joseph became second to the Pharaoh. And the father has found his son. And the Messiah is waiting by the gates of the City.

Documentary Film trailer Continue reading Walk With Me. Mom just lay there helpless. Should we call in our resident priest sir? Said the nurse with what looked like pity in her eyes.