huntersjames

brave?

imagine a world without need of heroes

the wind through the pines

of a life

We are homo sapiens, so we think

Sometimes a ghost comes talks with me

no turning back when awe takes hold of you

The call tomorrow with news a bird has got your cat

the chance that one in your network will betray you, yes Judas lives

fresh as snow angels

Fake it til you make it, unless you’re already there, in which case feel free to share! It is a

‘Til his arrow falls pierces painless, silencing a heart.