I say the same prayers as I always do.

To give praise, to give thanks.

As strong as a mountain.

everything sings

Life is also near. Always.

jobe reads john ashbery

I’m not dead yet.

That empty feeling, multiplied by silence.

I was not perfect, and I didn't care to be.

I am just a man.

Let me leave nothing untouched

Subtle changes.

the symphony of being alone