Peer through the cracks.
The darkness.
The confusion.
Look for what lies beyond.
What glory awaits.
What hope collects.
Beneath the blue sky and the dark clouds.
Yours faithfully,
Sam Qavah John.
Her. Elusive and unkind. I get frustrated and scared… Of the time it takes. And the hope it wastes. Why can’t I be free? Of this desire...
You foolish temptress. You consider me a base fool… Capable of nothing more than simple mediocrity. You spend countless hours trying to...
Sustain. I push and I strive till I have nothing left in me. But this spark that enables me. Empowers me. Renews my internal charge…...
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