Foolish Pursuits
The hopeless romantic Here I am once again Open mind and open heart Hopeful Playing my part In this unpredictable and foolish game
The hopeless romantic Here I am once again Open mind and open heart Hopeful Playing my part In this unpredictable and foolish game
I recall meeting “the woman of my dreams” … More Her Name is Grace
This morning, I reached for a pen to write. But something in me hesitated, and I set it back down. Instead, I picked up a pencil. The weight of it felt familiar, almost comforting, as if it awakened a quiet creative spirit within me. It struck me how different the two tools feel. Ink seems … More The Pencil and the Pen
Often, the noise of life prevents us from seeing the trauma that we have ignored and left unresolved. … More Trauma: Ignored but Unresolved
Silent cries from the disenchanted. … More Disenchanted
Struggle continues, struggle shapes, and struggle reveals. … More Do Not Judge My Shoes
If I were immortal, I’d trade forever for one more day with you My light in the night sky You are my moon My howl is the expression of this deep cry To be reunited with you soon Even across the vastness of eternity My love for you has no end I waited a lifetime … More Waiting for Love to Return
When the world has failed him. … More A Change in Perspective
Wandering of the disenchanted… … More Broken Souls
Sharing a personal chapter of my life with that parent who is struggling right now. … More Picking Up the Pieces: Fatherhood in the Face of Struggle