Ventilating.Yet,My breath escapes.Each,Moment feels as if I'm closer to death.But,Sorrowful I am not.There are times,Where we must die,To move on,Into the next life.A life full of vitality found in an angel resting on your right shoulder.Guiding you across boulders,Pulverized by the writing you uphold on a,Chest full of treasures a hurting soul can take from... Continue Reading →