Knife and Bark

The memories and scars we inflict upon others, sometimes unknowingly, sometimes not.

Carvings in A Tree

But where’s the high? Where is the loss of pain? Where is my release? I’m still suffering. Please.

The Knife that Cuts the Bark.

You had left, and as promised I have more to say. I pleaded, I finished with a please, still staring then, that it will become complete