skinny love

Where does one begin this long expedition towards You? Should I find it upon a path? Step after step along a well grooved trail etched within the stone? Or is it to be found within the field; bathed within the silence of heaven your mystical wisdom is somehow dispensed like welfare checks for hungry mouths. Are you really angry up there? Somehow seething for eternal vengeance against a creation that chose to look the other way? I guess I just do not see it that way. Would we do it again? I think we probably would. But I assure you, our actions are not rooted in malicious hatred of the promise you held secret for us. We often see the world through a glass darkly. Our grasping for stars falls short, but we are still grasping.