“Behind the wall I made a little hole in,
I search for signs of hope and goodness, stolen.
When I learn of all the circumstances love is abused,
I only grow that much more confused.
The way I was back then is how I remain;
now I think all love comes with pain.
Every gift comes with a guilty wrap;
every praise I seek becomes a slap,
not literal, much more invidious.
Add it too the wall that blocks out trust,
keep me locked inside a self-built room
that day-by-day becomes more like a tomb.”
Source: Nom de Bier – Great Lakes Edmund Fitzgerald Porter by HP Lovecraft Yummm I want to try this beer! 😛
A photographic journey through Utah and Arizona.
“Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty, this hatred. How did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us? That we now send our children into the world like we send young men into war, hoping for their safe return. But knowing that some will be lost along the way. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows, swallowed whole by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?”