The Lake

I take my steps beside the lake and stare to where the water stops, and in these moments I adhere to nothing less than broken thoughts. My dreams, my hopes, they fret among the boughs of trees that fell, from whence they leaned a touch to far to see their own reflections. As I drift

Pry your eyes from light, and suddenly the darkness seems not so black.

It’s rarely the things you have done in your life- when perspective forces your mind to to venture down the path of regrets and malices- that causes regret; more often than not, it’s the things you haven’t accomplished that you always thought you would, or dreamed you could, that will give way to the demon… Continue reading Pry your eyes from light, and suddenly the darkness seems not so black.