Endure Stories

The lighthouseThrough the qualm of my sailor’s journey, not one to be found, but rather subjected to the blue presence of an endless horizon. My deck meanders and forks as the high tide sweeps the journeyman into ambiguity. One can find solace in the heart of death, for the sea is mesmerizing and tremendous.A journey beyond scope, beyond end. A sailor must navigate, without a sense of home but rather a sense of hope. The...

The day that the world ends Will you be there to see it? The fires and the chaos Will you be running through it? That way that life is now You know it cannot last Will you embrace that darkness? Or be swallowed by your past? The tears that you are crying Leave such a dark red trail Down your cheeks across your lips And steadily drip of your chin You are so very weak So I feel the need to ask Will you leave now And forsake...