- For clear, starry skies
- For the light scent of magnolias wafting through the air
- For cheese ~ any kind of cheese
- For toilet paper
- For the box of socks and undies I found, tucked in the closet from a year ago
Feeling is the language, the forgotten language. If you understand feeling, you understand the whole.
Is salvation really just an evacuation plan from existence? I shutter to think so. Really do.
Each day I remind myself that I am but a dirt creature, animated by a blown breath of divine wind. I belong to everything.