Monday, September 21, 2015


We sat
together reminiscing the fire,
sitting in the smoke. You could die
never looking into the dark forrest
beyond your feet. But don't go
caring about the blackness. It's heavy,
living up against the unknown, but listen,
I haven't seen God since they told me how
he looked exactly. You write your own way
to heaven. Do you know how you'll get
peace in a world of fortune telling? Give
it free of anticipation. And look for
it with rich adoration and independence.
Independence, crucial independence.

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