Monday, May 23, 2011

Forever rain

Let's be torn down once and final. The break so deep it never heals. I wish I would have reached this slum earlier on in life. It's a true reckoning of one's self worth. And how we are worth absolutely nothing. It's humility that God seeks. To feel without structure, and to feel the karmatic rain that sears through you until your bones melt and you're an absolute nothing. A blank canvas, an unshaped ball of clay. I'd like to know that I am, without God, just that. Unshaped clay, trying to make itself into a ceramic masterpiece, but without hands of structure, and a wheel upon which to be spun.

To you reading, I Love you.
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