everything that rises must converge
God does not need me; I need God.
I live the only artform in which all people claim ownership.
Words do not exist in real time.
You'll still smile.
I hope I still love you.
Begin. Break the Skin. Salvation quickly driven in. Pride in fracture. In subjection. A new supply. Running red with purpose. Nothing less than flawless in design.
2 Comments:
"God doesn't need me"...
Thanks for the reminder. I think sometimes I forget what he remembers:
We are dust.
So vauge...
And yet so very meaningful
Good impact there.
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