Donald G Pannell Jr
Born on the cusp of hope, fear, and wishful thinking, an unlikely parallel springs forth, birthing desires most yearn for. Yet, this vision stands in defiance of the fortitude masking our indiscretions. Passion, once vibrant, now fades into the shadows, obscured by the encroaching darkness. Trees sway in silent witness, their leaves whispering secrets to the gleaming eyes that dare to see. The foundation of the life we once knew, built upon lies, now finds itself estranged from the chaos that once nurtured it.
