Hidden from others I feel unknownHiding I am deliberately unknownI long to be knownYet, in despair, I hide “I wish someone would just stand up and scream.” His head dropped, and with folded hands he turned to me. “You see,” he continued, “we’re all just passing by each other. Someone needs to wake us up—right?” […]
The Freedom of Futility
I have often dreamt of an alarming scene: it is of a sailor lost on the stormy seas frantically trying to turn the great vessel against the waves to keep it from turning over. It is, as one might expect, a scene of terrible anxiety that does not easily leave my mind. This sort of […]