Recalled in Tranquility

Can I mourn you now? Now that I have raged until all that was left was a strange new calm? Can I begin now to speak of what you meant to me throughout it all?

Read more…

Advertisements

The Coming of the Storm

As the first wail of electric guitar splits the air, a surge of excitement shakes its way through my sluggish veins. Drought or not, it is time to transcend.

Read more…