Reflection
I’m sick of the stress. I’m sick of the suffering. I’m sick of the disease, as ironic as that sounds.
Short Stories
Liberation from Fear
He had felt the sting of her absence and he had felt the pain of the distance between them yet, for the Wandering Man, he felt no greater pain than that of her departure. The […]
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It is Coming, It is Here.
I am clearing space in my life. I’m not sure for what, but I am sure that for some reason I am making room in my life for something that is not currently present in […]
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A Million Times Before
In that wonderful union between Life and Love there is one simple truth among a host of lies.
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The Choice to Love
We either choose love or fear, both being a perfect choice that will only serve to highlight the beauty of the love within and around us. We will either choose the joy of love or the misery of fear while enjoying the experience that either choice provides.
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Why Do You Love Me?
“Why do you love me?” he heard her whisper in the night. He closed his eyes, a tear forming sure to stain his pillow. I love you because I do. I love you because the […]
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It is the Sunrise
Before every Sunrise comes the darkest part of night. Don’t wake up for the Sunrise, wake up for the darkest part that makes the Sunrise explode into your soul.
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I. Love. Just. Being. Me
I had no idea what I was in for in that holy instant when the rains came and the flood waters descended upon my world.
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If You Can’t Take It With You, It Doesn’t Mattter
I have been fortunate in my life to have been challenged by many people along the way. This story is an example of such a challenge.
