Secrets We Should Share
God knows I’m stubborn.
I’ve often considered this a good thing; credited it, in fact, with my very survival in a world where others told me I’d amount to nothing. 356 more words
21 hours, 14 minutes
The morning is filled with cuckoo spit and loosed, bloody feathers. Grey air is clogging my lungs and a thin, oily residue of shame seperates me from living things, once again. 92 more words
1 week, 1 day
I dare say there are very few to have walked this earth that know the God kind of Love. This man only recently had that love revealed to him through a visitation of that Love and it broke him down to ashes. 350 more words
3 weeks, 4 days