Words hurt, words taunt, words heal

Courage creates. I'm not a coward!

Your side, my side, what's the point? Point of view, of course! You say black, I say white, battle of wills in force. You're right, Im wrong. You're wrong, I'm right. But who's to really say? What's real? What's not? What should? What ought? And what about the gray? You hear my mind, I hear yours, but neither will agree. Fight for fight and battles sake, no winner will there be. You give some and so will I. A compromise we'll find. The war is won and progress starts with the power of an open ...

Silent cries in the night screams of quiet teardrops fall pain unspoken in the light in darkness will come to call. Little bodies touched with hate bruises you will never find dark silhouettes that penetrate engrave images in their minds. Eyes that whisper hurt and pain lips that won't speak a word of the secret and the shame deafening rage that can't be heard.

Strangers I never really thought much about Angela until she left. I wore her love like an old pair of shoes, with comfort and indifference. The letter I found on the kitchen table wasn't written by the woman I knew. A stranger had composed it in a language I couldn't understand. "Drifting apart", "not the same people we once were", fragmented thoughts with no difinitive interpretation. I take the faded pages from my wallet occasionally and remember the begining of the end. My reaction was t...