Now, I’m not much of a drinker, I like to have lots of self-control within easy reach. After that raw discourse yesterday, I have a vulnerability hangover.
Tears rolled down hollowed cheeks…
He reaches with hallowed hands.
We sit in quietness and strength.
The fisher of men and me.
We sup at the sea.
A good student I hope to be, learning well my lessons whilst you are young enough to educate.
I’m about to spit nails. People wield the language of CHOICE like a weapon. I’ll tell you who talks about CHOICE like that… People who damn well have it. That’s who.
How could I have been so blind? The answer is very simple – my eyes had been beaten shut.
To be born, to be recklessly kept, and to be nobody’s – is the root of ruin. My ruin.