Distressing sounds coming from a pier overlying the water, with a wind that roars as it hits the shore and pier, very unhappy, very lonely.

Lonely for a lover to be near and envisioning with the mind that they are there.

PLEASE READ!!! it’s my school’s motto! Respect, Organize, Accept, Repsonible.

A poem about thunder.

Can one really see behind a closed door? I imagine it depends on what one believes and then is willing to accept based on that belief.

A dreamer’s dream.

The spirit of God shall break each and every wall.

The fear of a bad storm and learning how to have no fear.

Anger of an animal on attack. The anger of addictions. Anger to fight, destruction towards oneself.

The placid lion roars.