May 6, 2015
Some days, you wish for nothing more than to be swallowed by the earth, to sink into the ground as your forehead kisses your prayer rug. Those days when your heart weighs heavy in your rib cage and pulls your throat down with strings, like it wants to leave, to escape from the darkness of whatever is in you. Those days, when echoes of laughter, of good news don't comfort you anymore. Those days it takes, what seems to be, the world's strength to pull you out of bed and make you look in the miror to say; it'll be okay, you will get through today, God is, and has always been with you.
