words deployed during the hardest of times, when butterflies and tongue ties wouldn’t allow me to let you know how I feel… they don’t even bother to last long enough to form a sentence.
Today I had no desire to see the sun rise or set,
Oxygen was nothing short of an enemy.
Life seemingly unfamiliar
Drowning in regret
Floating in what could of been
Drowning in your scent…
Restless souls.Resting bodies.
Shattered hopes & dreams.
You are standing in the way of me and my spirituality.
– Every Sunday
– 08:45 am
Father, I love the me that I am in You.
Strip me off all the things I think I that I may know and cover me in your Grace.
– My Unprayed Prayer