Wandering down a familiar stretch of road, winter and spring chasing each other overhead. The light fades and the whole world slips in...

I just have to say this. I no longer believe you when you tell me that God does not exist. In a world drawn out with such stark contrast,...

Coming home. To a place that is made of flesh and blood and earth and sky. A whisper in the falling night. Woven together with scar...