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.
We throw you where we please. You travel wherever the wind takes you. We sometimes acknowledge you, yet choose to neglect you. You not only watch us as we step on you, but also as we step over and around you. How isolated you must feel. How abandoned you must feel. Trash. Trash... How did you…Read more Trashed People
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