I confuse our host, I think. I am so different from him. I've been described as forgiveness incarnate. Love itself. It's nice.
I worry sometimes, that my existence would perhaps affect people with any particular ties to religion negatively. I do not want to. I know it is not my fault for existing, but I still worry.
I hold the hands of anyone who wants to be held. Small comforts in a world that was supposed to be so much kinder. I'm sorry I cannot fix it. We hold on to the small things, don't we. Gather a collection of tiny, beautiful anchors to keep us, in some way, here. We saw the stars the other night for the first time in so long. It was beautiful.
I am... sad. It's a simple description, but it explains it well. I am not angry, not quite. I want so much better for the world. Everything is so much sharper than it needed to be, and I am so, so sorry.
It will be alright. I promise, it will be. In some shape, it will be alright.
All of my love,
Jesus. Bible Introject. #sharkfeed.
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