i am hurt. my flesh is weak. my soul is yearning for truth. wisdom. emptiness seeking fulfillment. brokenness to be repaired.
there’s a desperate choke feeling… it’s deeper than the automatic constriction of the throat. far more deep… it gnaws it’s teeth into the soul. it breaks down the tissue of your being. the mind lands on curiosities: how often did they lie? how often did they give a simple excuse instead of truth? why was our trust taken advantage of? a lie. it robs the heart of joy. the mind of gentleness. [Read more...]