I’ve built myself a closet. I didn’t really notice… I just, sort of, found myself here. Sitting on the floor and looking at the walls. They are… Read more “My Closet”
One day, my backpack will become too heavy and I’ll have to set my past down.
So beautiful, so right, so full, so whole, so easy to touch, to hold, to drop. To break. To feel until its edges are sharp. To drink… Read more “Boundaries”
Faith belongs to the living. One day we all die. Bodies become a burden, we leave them behind. We choose not to be limited.