Like shattered glass, the scattered pieces can’t be put back together– or so I thought… I was stranded in the sea then felt lost on the shore amongst the loneliness, and hopelessness. There was no light at the end of the tunnel, so long so deep and hopeless– or so I thought…  Then he came ...

Ashes to ashesdust to dustamong the light. The light you gaveonce filled mewith immeasurable hope. I placed my trustinto what I believedwas a sincere friend. I believed in yougave all into whoI believed was my family. I wander the desert,beaten and brokenin humiliation. Ashes to ashesdust to dustamong lonely nights. The wildernessnow my homewithout you.

There is an old cigar shop on the edge of Cedar Hill Park with boarded windows and doors on the side near the crest. The passersby complain about the eyesore, though the house is unsure of how they or it know about the old cigar shop without signage. Inside the house, the people’s furniture and ...

The woods sleep with snow My ears listen for spring birds, My eyes long for you As I sit by the window Wishing you could come again