A gulf of faith
And maybe there will always be this gulf of faith, between what seems possible, and what does not.
I am not here to be right
I am not here to be right. I am not here to make my version of the world better than yours.
I do not have to…
I do not have to….
You’re not forever
You’re not forever.
You’re a piece of forever.
You’re the one.
Who pierces my heart and breaks it free.
Everyone is dirty
Everyone is dirty. Everyone is sweaty.
No one brushes their hair. Ever.
It’s so refreshing to be around dirty people.
The stories I want to share
I have written so much these last few days, and it all feels too raw still to share. There are stories I want to tell you and people I want to sit down with and thank from the bottom of my heart: people for whom my presence may be nothing more than a passing interest, but who have shaken and awoken me in ways which are, in all probability, beyond words.