To know and be known by my Creator is my journey. Reaching in, reaching out. Inspiration, growth and love displayed on paper. I was made to write, to portray the Beauty and Majesty that keeps watch over my soul. This is me.
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Thursday 1 May 2014
Icicles
Icicles. Lots of them. Breaking off the ceiling and slicing through the snow. They make clean cut divots. I feel like laying on the snow underneath the diving icicles. Just to feel them pierce me and divide me into separate pieces. Compartmentalizing peace, sorrow, and heart break. Just so I can physically feel it, see what's being done inside of me. I just want relief.
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