And Still, I Notice

He sits across from me today, I saw his story last week as well, only from a safer distance. There is sadness in his eyes, an emptiness...

Did you hear the bullets cry a hatred heart 50 lives destroyed Did you hear the the nation roar senseless acts embed our core Did you hear the silence fall with morning light we returned to toil.

I visit her often my mother of nearly 100 years who sits in timeless pause, absent of her surroundings. Dust accumulated furniture with...

The rain falls gently as night’s dampness gives birth to thirsty flowers in the park. Sleeping bodies lie upon dampened cardboard bed and shivering cold of grave-like ground. I step carefully not to tread upon either. Paper cup in hand and stench of booze walking before him he looks up from empty stare and interrupts my deepened thoughts. Piercing eyes of hollow deep with nothingness at its floor meet the dark of my own. And, for a moment our lives connect. I long

Something sacred dwells here, its message speaks…… Hands that hold hearts, gentle be your grasp, light be your touch, full be your reach....

Life is often not what you think it is. People are often not who you think they are. How sad that so many pretend… and, sadder still that I always believe. ~sf #pretend #false

And so, there it lies, soaked in mud of angry heart and victim mind, spread like a blanket beneath feet that thrive on anything ugly. The...

To those I love that struggle with the crippling disease that wraps life in darkness, blinding and pushing away all the signs of love,...

Lives, moments, time, crashing and passing without notice, without pause. A montage of vagueness. shadows and light, faces, walls, and doors, with everything in common, and nothing alike. What stories do you tell, what secrets do you keep in fortresses, with invisible moat, and streets crowded with life passing life. ~sf