Solemn be the calloused heart, for hope doesn't arise from perfect souls...
pain
Empty Promises
Empty promises aren't really empty...
We are Made from Earth and Rain
Stumble upon our timeless gaze, so long as there’s eyes to see and minds to conjure...
Dead Gods Grant No Miracles
I will sleep easy tonight, for dead gods grant no miracles...
Crystal Stream
It lives. Lake water lapping along low strides longing for an estranged sea, a tear-soaked mother turned face away from desperate plea...
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 