Sometimes you come to a narrow bridge.It’s a log, really, or a thin boardover a raging stream.You step out onto it.All around you, pressing in,is…
Man of the heart, non-ideological
Author: Anthony
Something in the soft silencesoothes the soulful rider;darkness drapes the dew fallen leavesas he slips away into the night.While the trail is clearNo one knows…
All these yearsI tried to save youfrom self-destruction.Nowin these final days —however many are left —you have won.A thousand choicesled to your demise.Suicide by canceris…