I don’t need all the anger from either side… so i go my own way. As I dally along, I feel their hot air suffocate my pores. Melt my peace.

My mind is more twisted than my intestines these days. So I find a cool place in the shade and breathe out the bullshit and allow truth to fill my lungs.

As I look out my prayer room window… my eyes dance. My soul feels creation’s beats. It is as if I am finally home. This being a Second Act. And I thought i was done with the world.

The Final Curtain will have to wait. Wait a bit longer. The Spirit guides me deeper. What secrets will I discover? And who will believe me? Who?

wanderlust

i fear
this loss
love once held
my hand
tight grip
loose fit
hate has bound
this land