Why is it so much easier to recall the wounds than the joys? I feel so hurt and so alone.

The silent, silver moonlight slips into my room, soundlessly invading, to push away the gloom.

It's sad how one person can spend an entire day hoping to hear from someone, and that someone can spend the same day not caring.

Over time, the struggle between the friendship given and the pain caused seems to cease- and one side wins. Why is it so often pain?

As i lie in my soft bed, the night air dances through the tall palms outside, rustling them sweetly. The peace is audible, and delicious! I bask in the moment.

The cool early-morning air smells delicious. It has a crispness about it that makes me want to go outside and run and dance and exult! Thank you, Father.

A stolen moment of respite- too soon interrupted. The sweet, calm air, the songs of the birds, the gentle sky- all shut out by the demands of life.

The trees are full in their vibrance, holding nothing back with their bold declaration of green. A deep, clear sky stretches jauntily above. The air whispers...

The loneliness stays by my side, the most loyal companion i've ever known.

Night washes over me like a gentle wave. It envelopes me, cushioning me from the chaos of the world around me. I let it pull me away, drifting sightlessly on...

Survival Technique

I retreat into my own little world
It is strange here
and sometimes dark
But that's all right
Because the moonbeams whisper
Though the sun may shine
bright and blaring
The softness of night
The coolness
and open air
Follow me
Filter through me
I carry with me
Hidden
My own little world.

There is a lingering loneliness that accompanies me everywhere. It tells me that i am separate from those around me, and that i must remain so.

Solitude surrounds me, replaces empty spaces in my mind. Lonely child, running wild...