Wandering Thoughts by J. D. Lair

Try to imagine you’re buried alive. You panic for a bit, but decide it’s best to keep calm. Alas! There is a string buried with you! You gi...

Humanity is a tapestry. Each of us our own stitch in existence. Humanity is a broken mirror. Crevices abound and our reflection is nowhere...

For those who do not understand, and for those who do.  Take a quick moment, and breathe. You just woke up in the middle of the night just t...

I walk these empty halls alone They echo the sounds of sorrow Reminders are all that remain In these footsteps laden with pain Th...

Where do I even start? I have been on an indefinite hiatus with my blog, but this idea has ate too much at me to ignore. I guess the premise...

Why do we feel the need to make ourselves stand out? Are we like a large pack of pups, all vying to become the alpha dog? That would be too ...

Baby, don't hurt me! The question of love has been asked, and contemplated, over and over. I am no expert, but I do believe we can ...