Bein-a-Sista

I no longer believe love works like a fairy tale but like farming. Most of it is just getting up early and tilling the soil and then praying for rain. But if we do the work, we might just wake up one day to find an endless field of crops rolling into the horizon. In my opinion, that’s even better than a miracle.

Empty yourself and let God fill you

its so weird but who i was before all this makes me nauseous its a person i never intend to go back to and to deal with people who remind me of that person makes me nauseous but I don’t know how to tell everyone I know that we cant know each other anymore so i been playing this game of quietly fade out secretly moving my things to another state hoping they wont pay attention long enough to notice me leaving.

Two happy owlets