Freed from meth

Only in death
Freed from meth

Beneath a weeping willow

Beneath a weeping willow,
Beside a shallow pond,
A stone becomes…

Peter, put your sword away!
Peter, stay out of the fray.

A poem based on John 18:11

I am a son of Abraham; I’ve never been enslaved!

An existential crisis is not very nice…

What preserves our sanity, Mr. Chesterton?

Is it really her you miss?

While in the Christmas whirlwind,
We quickly became more than friends.

🎵Mmm I can’t quite believe
That you’re in love with me

“How did it get so scarred?
It wasn’t like this at the start…”