Hello! I am so glad I'm beginning to choose what’s right instead of what is believed to be. What did he just say? Is it worthy of a second thought, man’s word? I must find love along my way, stop praying for riches and fame and start praying for rain. Pray for love to reign king and queen of my intentions and for love to return and spare me from myself. (I forgot about you while searching for you. Sorry, Love…) I’m coming into just being, the outside of my belief, the new, that framework of time I can’t seem to recall as anything but a song that didn’t keep time, but followed the spirit of love. Once I was an angel! Angel? I've been searching frantically for a truth that exists in me, a truth, a sliver to set my mind to spinning toward my own forgiveness. Poison soil, dying water, choking air- enough! Who am I to ask for forgiveness after I wasted this life and turned it into a pile of shattered glass, only to become the thing I didn't believe in. I've gi
(The Weaver's Song)