brick walls
down
dead ends
the atmosphere
obligated options
slow strides
fall yet again
a slur of words
inexplicable
tsunami of thoughts
head in the clouds
feet off the ground
a gentle thug
an epiphany
agape
unconditional
unwavering
faith.
1 Peter 4 :)
9:52 PM
Labels: spiritual walk
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