In this small, quiet moment I am hopeful. Not because things are necessarily good. Or that I know things will be better soon. But because I believe things will get better eventually. Hope is not a fragile thing, waiting for rescue. Hope is a warrior that fights with bloody fists. A current that grows more... Continue Reading →
Are you just standing there? Waiting for a time to feel alive? Do you feel the echoes of failures past? Like thick chains of iron holding you back. Do you not feel the rage? The closing of doors. The people shutting you out when you deserve a chance. No. Not today. Today you will not... Continue Reading →
You stand upon the mountain top. Foes vanquished. A bloody sword in your hand. A trail of bodies behind you. The destruction you have left behind is vast. But you are a conqueror. You won. You made it. But the angels do not sing your praises. The devils around your feet do not cheer. The... Continue Reading →
Allen The Writer 