when the water turns to wine, did it feel the same?

it goes much faster than anticipated - - - or, out of context, it seems normal?
they laced all the candy with cocaine, sucking the bottle dry, and we're all weaning into slavery.

it's sadness, because so many people will not stand up. they've been crippled.
covenant liars, promising that they'll change, but they're changing the people, to fit their ideas.
bending to breaking, breaking of bread to picking up my cross. it's difficult, but necessary.


microphone-check one two, i would usually go there. my mind is blannnnnnnnnk=Syntax Error///////////////////////00001011010110101100010100101110101011101010110010100010101000101
→±∞∠2∫x:42*≠♥

i was never good at math, or love. that's what that means
this doesn't feel the same, and you know that too. there are things i really wish i would have said, six years ago. it's been a really hard few weeks. very reflective, not satisfied, completely convicted, and apathy moved in next door, and she keeps peering out the blinds-waiting to sneak in.

the temperature has decreased, which I really admire. there are so many scars I see, that prove the war. Just looking at the wrinkles on my forehead, and how haggard this road has been, I feel like I can keep going onward. There's zero point in stopping for a rest right now.

breathe in the autumn, baby. (if you were somebody else...)