….God, I love you, please love me. bare and unbeautied, heart laid in your hands….

You are not a vice, but a joy. You are unapologetic and radiant, carved from the marrow of morning and the ache of midnight. They told...

A nonconformist walks the long way around the noise, boots thick with dust from paths no algorithm recommends. They do not chase...

I have chosen to begin knocking on the door instead of beating my head against it to a bloody pulp. I no longer mistake violence for...

A relationship is a crucible in a furnace. It is not a gentle hearth, but a volatile chamber where the soul is melted down and reshaped...

Christianity, especially in some of its more dogmatic expressions, often frames the world as a battleground between good and evil, light...

“And Jesus said unto him, “Why callest thou Me good? There is none good but One, that is, God.” Mark 10:18 No one has a victim complex...

Weaponized intimacy is the quietest form of war with no blood, no sirens, just the slow corrosion of trust dressed in affection. It...

She doesn’t speak in notes so much as summon storms. 
Each pluck of the string is a memory reclaimed,
a history rewritten in the low...

Experience has become a currency that’s regulated, extracted, branded.  There are those who have cornered the market on what it means to...

We are not even a we. We are still a “them.” The cause of all their problems. Everything malevolent stems from us, whatever us that...

Peace and love are not conditions granted by fortune or permission.  They are choices that are fierce, daily, deliberate. You do not...

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There are moments when the ordinary fractures, and something slips through, an alignment too precise for chance, yet too subtle for...

This is inspired by the ideas and writings of Neville Lancelot Goddard. To step into this day as if what you desire is already yours,...

In the absolute black and white demarcations between good and evil, light and darkness, the reality of it all is Griseous . Not gray, not...

There are days when grace lands quiet on the shoulders, feathered and unseen, and still the mind crawls back to the battlefield.A whisper...

What was once beautiful, but what we now call love, has become misguided, corrupted, and what one could call Satanic, and divisive. What...

Three loaves of bread  two fishes infinite division eternal life. Three loaves of bread  marmalade Umschlagplatz death. Three loaves of...

When pain comes crashing in like a storm without warning, you are handed a choice wrapped in ash and flame. You can wear your wounds like...