I'm too good at being alone I feel no ruch to fill a space I crave the silence of isolation Healthy independenc from unhealthy boundaries Blocked areas so tall that I can't see out I fear my resistence to seeking love But I love me and isnt't that enough?
I have found religion in recent days The path there was long and had never been paved Baptized as a child but doubt hid his call Unwilling to trust in stories of fear and falls My religion is intention and has no formal bounds I see God in cold breezes and the sun through the … Continue reading God
A letter of hope and love to America.
Semi-Employed 