I remember a time when I didn’t have any friends.
I remember it was just You, and just me.
I want to find life and live it abundantly.
I want to do it alone,
alone with You.
Cold. Presently not present.
Exclamation mark on the end of excommunicated.
I want to be forever alone with the One who will never hurt me, leave me, bruise me, and whom continuously bleeds for me.
I must remind myself that this isn’t real life. One day, there’ll be no more pain for us all. No more anger, nor hurting the Lord. No more bitterness. No more pride and shame. No more games and running the same mountain again. No more people nor angels, who are lame for wanting fame.
Jesus + Kali (and the cats), forever.
We gone thug it out until the end!