I go to the grave to seek answers. Wisdom from the elders who I can no longer physically see but can still hear. Crows scream around me bringing messages from beyond. Shadows are everywhere, some clinging to any life that walks through yearning to speak, to be heard... to be seen. We are not much different in life after death that way. I sit here waiting for the same. I sit waiting for truth, peace, answers... to be seen. I allow the fingertips from beneath where I sit to cli

Attention silent observers watching and listening from afar. Longing for connection and validation for someone to see YOU without judgement.

As fall descends forms and light begin to shift. My soul starts to stir, dredging up the shadows of self which collide with the light. An el

There comes a time in this life when one realizes that sometimes some things just have to burn.