It's one of those nights. Phantoms scratching at the window panes begging to be let in, for me to acknowledge them after being numb for...

Hold love in my outstretched hands, an offering that slips through my fingers each time, the ground at my feet saturated as it pools...

With sleeplessness in my eyes, With Shuddering shoulders I despise, Keeking through the slightly open door, Is it all or there is more?...

A photograph in my memory reminds me of the love and synergy around us in the details and glances in the mystery of life in the magic of...