“He had said of me, ‘You are fated to be life’s passive participant,’ but I wrestled fate to the ground and suffocated its’ fortune. And yet, his laughter still mocks me, for though the earth has been my stepping stone,… — Craig Froman Copy Share Image
“I roamed alone; O, barren dreams. My echoed voice, what lonely comfort. Here is my salvation: I hear the triumph drum; the rhythm of… — Craig Froman Copy Share Image
“A pebble thrown in a pool may ripple from end to end, but tossed into the sea, it is swallowed by enormity.” — Craig Froman Copy Share Image
“Golden bars make no less a prison than a coffin on a hill. And in caged reformation, one wanders aimless still. The rafters now… — Craig Froman Copy Share Image
“We live as emotional transients in a world of isolation. Oh, if I could only borrow back so many wasted moments, but only the… — Craig Froman Copy Share Image
“I am a waning bird encased in a glass sphere; I cannot see my prison, and my cries no one can hear.” — Craig Froman Copy Share Image
“He had said of me, ‘You are fated to be life’s passive participant,’ but I wrestled fate to the ground and suffocated its’ fortune.… — Craig Froman Copy Share Image
“To your simple existence, do not boast; merely to breathe or move or think is not to live. The shore of the sea is… — Craig Froman Copy Share Image
“I long to drift through turquoise skies; race the wind in rampant flight. Ruddy chains have framed my eyes, they seize my heart and… — Craig Froman Copy Share Image
“Deep blackness waits outside; a veiled inferno it attempts to hide. We see no more than dark clouds growing, but set inside, a fire… — Craig Froman Copy Share Image
“I walk the sand alone, and feel it stirring as I roam, upon this breathing earth, where wave on wave begins new birth. I… — Craig Froman Copy Share Image
“The winged beasts and angels know, that mortals cannot fly. But how I flew to see the sun; a broken bird am I.” — Craig Froman Copy Share Image
“Peace is not found in the sea. It is found when I dream of eternity.” — Craig Froman Copy Share Image
“If only I had feathered wings, that could bend and curve and reach, beyond imagined dreams, unhindered by the weight of earth.” — Craig Froman Copy Share Image
“Some say the ocean roars, I hear it ever weeping. Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before. Weep, O sea, for the open graves… — Craig Froman Copy Share Image
“Wander with intent into a garden glorious. Walk with double brisk upon edenic paths. Flee the cursing fear that lights upon your eye. Seize… — Craig Froman Copy Share Image
