JOSIAH BERLIAN

To the Moon

If you’re patient enough to read this stuff, you’ll be getting the unfiltered works. The silent melody of hope, lurking in shades of black and white.

And boy do I hope that you catch my drift.

Choice.

A wisp of the future, a scent from memory, a shadow on the wall.

Converge

Hands held. Worlds apart.

Reality.

It was never the answer.

Courage

Run, with reckless abandon. Run at your dreams. But how can you be so sure?

Bump.

That’s all it is.

All.

A game, no shame – with stakes eternal… Feed the flame.