These walls
Poured thick
Set in cold stillness
Permeate the smell of concrete shadows
At once sweet in memories
And yet forever stuck in a moment
Silent witness to the converging stories
One day this platform will be empty
Left to ghosts to intermingle with the residue of history
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Jesus just rules. The more I live, through the pain and the joy, the more true this becomes for me.
I have seen death, I have birthed life. I have deep joy and also deep fears. I'm grateful to have the most nourishing human beings around me, they feed my soul and I am richer for them.
Writing was therapy at first and is slowly becoming a natural part of expressing my passions. Who knows where the journey will take me, but I'm loving being on the road of life with my keyboard to hand.
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