I write things i cannot fathom.

Angels and demons battle to win the hearts of mankind. He has already won. For no man or woman can truly fathom how lost they are. As I walk around, I can only think amidst my solitude…observing empty selves with hard shells, empty selves with glitter on top, empty selves stabbing others with words. My heart is filled with sorrow, but sustained by true joy.

22 years. I sit, watch, observe.

Planet M. Palm trees. Riched raw. Hate. Identity, spite, bitterness, orange, red

Blood of greed, letters b, H,g J. The world walks with complacency.

I am only, 1 person.

Drunkenness. Panasonic, lights.

It is a sad, sad world. I lament, weep, and mourn.

I cry out for them, but what can 1 person do.

They are empty, limb, limp, I can’t stand, prada, pucci, prada.

1 person can do anything, the angels have chosen an observant heart, one that refuses to conform to pitiful standards, pitiful self- righteousness, pitiful minds. I am too, just another person.

“Dont be deceived, my brothers and sisters. Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. He chose to give us birth through the word of truth, that we might be a kind of firstfruits of all he created”- James 1:16-18


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