Heartbeat

Late in the night the only light, shines from the forsaken Christmas tree. Each forgotten little sparkling white…

“Black Flames”Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â WatercolorÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â 24×18 inches twinkling stars breaking hearts adoration grows…

I hold a vision from here to there Where I can see things of memory The path lays…

disillusion comes easily abandoned but preserving a lone voice that speaks the truth crying in the wilderness echos…

It is Day 2 of National Novel Writing Month (50,000 words in 30 days) and I am off…

The cold water took my breath away as it quickly closed in around me.Â The darkness was everywhere…

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