SBH.

trust that everything will fall into place without you forcing it there.

But I can only hope. I can only dream. I can only wish. I can only get down on my knees and pray. Pray it all meant something. Pray this merciful, all-powerful, all-knowing God they speak of knows what he’s doing. Pray this suffering comes with an expiration date. Pray there is a prize to be won for having endured all of this torment despite having lost the race.

For I fear a million days will have passed and I will have crawled to the end of the world by then, and in my dying breath my heart will rejoice, thinking perhaps this will be a good excuse to invite you back into my life.

catching peace instead of fish