Wax on. Wax off
Stars. Clouds brilliant.
Trees reaching to the heavens.
Creek whispers hymns of joy, love, loss, and sorrow. 7 more words
7 months, 1 week ago
It could’ve been just hours ago. Sitting vigil, waiting with you so you need not die alone. Your time.
The brother and I wished you peace. 151 more words
11 months, 1 week ago