there is nothing to say that won't be beside the point and about a trillion miles beneath it.
makes no sense at all.
the only right thing to do in the face of what He did for us is to live the life which He endured all of that to give us.
but seeing even an imperfect shadow of what that was brings the insectile fog that i have always called life to the deadest of stops.
God humbled Himself before His venomously seditious creation to be tortured to death.
what's your story?
nothing further, Your Honour.
God forgive me. God heal me. God be kind to Yourself and forget me.
no, please don't. the forget part, not the kind part.
i'm so sorry.
