Can I right you? If I were the ink and you were the words, I’d read you. Inked words on paper are silent, but no need for sound cause…I FEEL you. Much like spell check you automatically let, God…CORRECT YOU. So can I write you? Put MY ink to YOUR words and create verse? You…

The harder I smile, the faster I fall. But I sound alright so you don’t hear me at all.

IF he had the time, the money, the space…is rarely the real issue, in any case; when the time permits, the money flows, and there’s cleared space, the excuses are removed and you’ll see his true face.

Really, how high is the sky? Can I touch the clouds? Cause anything is better than what I feel right now. Anything is better than standing on this ground.

How could God be so cruel as to make me worthy of you? You love me physically and mentally, you support the things that I do. You encourage and inspire me to follow my dreams despite of you.

Walking through hell, the dark side of my Christianity is exposed. Sounds like a sinful contradiction to the “perfect” Christian, but what we hold back from Heaven, you can believe hell is listening;

Kiss me like there’s no tomorrow, and I’ll believe all that you say; ’cause on this day I’m yours to borrow, and you may have your way with me. Speak to me with no words, but whisper desires of your fantasies; and I’ll be sure to rapidly, make those desires realities. –L.K.D.–

I was drenched by the same rain this man had to endure. The pain, in the form of rain, burned to my soul. After a short time of praying, an angel came down. The darkness became light and dry became the ground. We looked to the sky, and the rain had stopped coming down.