Losing one's faith, marks an event as important as when one finds another.
For Rosa, my late grandfather's help.
Past the palisades of your heart, must you tread strong, to learn who you truly are, in living, and in death.
To understand why everyday struggles are short-lived can be a cumbersome task, but alas! those problems matter not in the end. Pain, however, is an emotion that all beings feel, and its understanding is of dire importance.
Love isn't love when that's what is offered, a miasma of doubt, and poison tales.
Death comes calling, no matter who you are, no matter if you're ready, whether near or far.
Listen, in that silence do you hear the flutes? The lyres, and strings, do you hear their tunes?