STRANGERS


Aliens. Strangers. Sojourners. Settlers. Words to say we don't belong. Homeless in our beautiful suburban houses. Everywhere on social media, lonely among our best friends. Constantly looking, never finding; chasing something unknown and indescribable, always yearning but never fulfilled. Because we are the people looking for a homeland, a city not built by human hands. A place where we'll belong.
 
It's not here. But it's more real than the tears in my eye.
 
 

 

 
Home
 
Journey
 
Altars
 
Family
 
No
 
Elijah
 
Abraham
 
Silence in heaven?
 
Silence
 
Plan B?
 
God?
 
Rest
 
Chessmen
 
Trust
 
Inner Silences
 
Prophets
 
Packaging
 
Strangers
 
Flower
 
(Arranged from newest to oldest)