It seems as though my creative juices run dry when I have a lot to ponder on. I have been thinking a lot lately, and so, I haven’t been...

I have heartache… Every time I stop to think, I feel pangs in my chest. Sometimes I feel weaker than I am… I sense I can’t handle life...

I’m desperate and wanting. Waiting and thinking. Dipping and fetching. Hungry and thirsting. Yet, it’s not my first time. I’ve gone...