there's something pure about sitting at the foot of my parent's bed and just crying.
there's no rule book anywhere that says a man can't do that.
there's a hollow feeling in seeing the demise of life as i knew it.

i don't know how or if i will shake this.
prayer.
this is a severe test of my self proclaimed love for theology.
this is a severe experience of the sweeping accolades of salvation.
thank you Jesus, even though this is hard.
thank you Jesus, for my trials. for knowing my pain more than i do.
thank you Jesus, for everything.