Waking up before dawn and letting the chill smother you with its promises.

Waking up in bed and staring up at the ceiling, inching your chest forward as you search for the water faucet.

Watching the Sun rise and greet you.

Rebuilding your foundation: brick by brick, tear by tear, stroke by stroke.

Holding your tongue.


It feels divine.

It feels divine.

It feels divine.

“When your thoughts arrive, treat them as you would treat your guests – do not rush them.”

“No entity knows your heart like God does. They will tell you they know and you will fight back, but they do not know.”

“My faith did not break when everything else broke. I would not fool myself into believing a half truth. I hold my faith up like a sword before myself, before anybody, for the divine.”



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