Hope can drive a man insane

What does faith mean to you?

To those who call people beautiful in random moments: you are bright rays of sunshine on a cold, windblown day.

Have you ever thought of those peck on the cheeks? Have you ever realised the stories they carry and the wounds they dress?

An ode to the living and the dead, to souls and bodies still living, loving and breathing.

Just an early morning musing

Know me, know you, know it all, Knowledge may be the reason for your epic fall

Have you had strange conversations with absolute strangers? They're beautiful!

Moonless nights are my favourite kind.

Closer to human touch than to the idea of being distant

What defines a home to you?