Love’s stronghold –the heart, in its precious keeping …

It’ll fall apart without trust.

If these walls could talk, I wonder would they be like everyone else, indeed everything else that hears me. I’ve never been wanted anywhere… everyone wants me to leave just not to take my own life, though my family would be pleased if I did so. “Dying In The Walls” is simply me looking for some walls to call my own, the place where I belong.

My Safe barrier.

All good things in life are attributable to Love. Love does not hide. It can be seen and felt everywhere. Survival would have become impossible. It is the groundwork of the edifice, nor can hate and malice vanquish or destroy it.

For a very good friend of mine.

The university was once a place for those unafraid to speak their mind and follow their dreams. Now we mourn that loss and stand in tribute to those who remember what it is to be a philosopher.