We are all starving for hope. We all have this thing that haunts us; it's called our past. Yea, that thing. Stupid... sure. But, it's real and it can be haunting. Our enemy often throws it at us like a pie to the face. Except, this pie is one from those looney cartoons; it's ticking and ready to explode. Or... at least, that is what it feels like when we lose focus and when hope is lost.
She drowns me in her deep abhorent abyss. She speaks love and fulfillment. I have never seen such beauty! I admire her beauty so much that it is no longer satisfying. She leaves me with an empty, hollow shell. She transformed into this new beauty! It is even more attractive than the last! I know I shouldn't give…Read more Lost, But Found
In our fickle eyes, the iris, the heart of our eye, naturally causes our pupils, the blacks of our eye, to dilate or constrict depending on the amount of Light exposure we desire to focus on. When we turn our eyes away from the source of Light and simply look into the deep abyss called…Read more The Fickle Eye
I, Chaim O'Deens, have grown up surrounded by the church being a PK, pastor's kid. Because I was constantly raised and surrounded by the church atmosphere, I always wondered what the other side of life was all about. Towards the later years of high school, the darkness gradually began to intrigue me more and more.…Read more The Drowning Sea