I look out the window again, taking slow, deep breaths into a body too tense to move. And as I stare out at the land, I think that this, if nothing else, is compelling evidence for my parents’ God, that our world is so massive that it is completely out of our control, that we cannot possibly be as large as we feel. So small as to be negligible. It’s strange, but there’s something in that thought that makes me feel almost… free.
omfg I still have tears in my eyes
How frustrating and so degrading,
His time we’re wasting as time will fly by and the sky will cry as light is fading, and He is waiting, oh so patiently
while we repeat the same routine as we will please comfort civility, please don’t think about why you can’t sleep in the evening and please don’t be afraid of what your soul is really thinking, your soul knows good and evil, your soul knows both sides and it’s time you pick your battle,
and I promise you this is mine