It humans were meant to be alone, they would not have the memory to miss others or the ability to form relationships.

When you are in love it seems every thought is of them.

When we soak in His Glory, that’s when Heaven invades the Earth consuming us from the inside out with waves of His Glory Love.

A descriptive poem about anxiety.

Life, it’s a funny, yet complex machine where all pieces seem to fit together.

Nothing further needs be said.

Hwang is Mina’s most delectable treat.

This is love.

I’ll destroy your friendships…

A haiku about time, the relentless devourer.