Because, as the human race, we are all racing towards each other.

Is the search more important, or the finding?

The lines and marks of seemingly imperfections, instead render it truly unique.

God’s stained glass gathers warmth.

Complications upon complications, relentless, unceasing, unchanging, ever-changing.

Sand carried by the relentless ocean comes to rest atop a bed of ivy.

They say that cats can see the ghosts that haunt the dusty unloved corners of a home.

The rumble-tumble-jumble of sound wells up her throat fighting to get out.