At the Helm Of Resistance, Is Change. We grew up together. Me, young, blinded by love and quite conquered by failures of the past. You were ambitious. Following a year of triumph, you slowed down a bit. All the way down. You led me here. We manifested destiny together. Attended conferences filled with old Christians … Continue reading A Letter to 2019
We peaked around the corner of the small trees, afraid of what we may find coming towards us. I didn't recognize the little girl with me but she felt familiar. She had pale white skin and short blonde hair, I think. We stayed hidden in the trees quietly breathing for just a few seconds before … Continue reading What You Runnin’ From?