Only by fully experiencing fear, can you ever hope to control it.
Kaya Abaniah and the Father of the ForestWe waddled through life blindly, hoping to find something—and someone—worth fighting for.
Strange and Ever AfterAll Christian language about the future is a set of signposts pointing into a mist.
Surprised by HopeI look forward to getting my hopes up. I have an appointment for disappointment.
Sleepwalking is resterciseTo hope for nothing, to expect nothing, to demand nothing. This is analytical despair.
Suicide and the Soul