Construction Site

It’s usually around 2am or 3am when I’d have flashbacks I would then convince myself that he never did, or else he wouldn’t have walked away.  I asked God to show me some type of hope Since becoming so despondent, I forgot how to dream. God is good and gracious, my sister saw it in … Continue reading Construction Site



These kids, these faces, that’s what hope and fulfilment feels like.  It’s more than the retarded reactions in your system, wrapped in dissimulation that end up with confusion.  It’s more than the chest aches from frustrations that result from convoluted concepts that patronize you from the pages.  There’s no facade, no guile. That’s why I … Continue reading Glory