I pity the folks
That haven't
Suffered
For they
Know not
What they can
Endure
They do not know what they are
Capable of
Suffering
And trauma
Are needed
In order to transcend ourselves
Into something
Beyond ourselves
Peace is comfortable
And we do not change and grow
In soil full of
Pleasure and comfort
So suffer bravely
When it comes to greet you
And use it
To chisel yourself
Into a sustainable
Piece of art
-C.H.
Pressure is building up in the head A squeeze of the soul A knot in the arteries Better do something before I am dead A reaper gaining ground My shadow on my floor Opportunity knocks at the door Bette
Chapter 6 Emerdy came from a powerful family in Oathville, a family that had a connection with the first King. She had lived her entire life without anyone ever disagreeing with her. She was—objective
What God do you see? Which one do you hear? Which God do you want to believe in? An omni-potent one? One that grants you complete free will? Or how about one that isn’t perfect? Would you want a God w
