@surviev , “ if somehow the lord gave a second chance at that moment, i would do it all over again. ”
you’ve lost track of the time that had passed, day turned to night as pale blue sinks into black, echoing the grief that is hardly human in nature. at night, you pray for the forgiveness that does not come (your wounds are for yourself only. ) prayers fall on silent ears and you do not dare tell your father that faith was no longer your strongest asset. childhood sunset before your eyes, softly and serene as the summer afternoon it left you on after your sister left home once more. they say god will have his final word, a second coming of christ was promised across the billboards of every highway you had ever been on, so why did divinity feel so far away? (THE HARVEST IS PAST, THE SUMMER HAS ENDED AND WE ARE NOT SAVED); words of preacher that morning still echoed throughout your mind, and how it felt as if you had been abandoned by promised savior, left with back alley hymns and neon prophecies. “ ..i don’t think the lord has been too forgiving lately ”
“ second chances are hard to come by. ”
