Starting off; there’s a lot of thought that may be thought to start off this thinking process as progressive but.. As you can see there’s not much progress when you can’t process.

The words that aren’t worthy of being verbalized and don’t deserve to be spoken into a vicinity of individuals who have yet come to individualize the meaning of a meaningful memory.

We see light and it’s a bright light but we are blinded by life and the dead end that ends its fight. Blood red, it is deep. And this stop is steep but so is the path to heaven, or so I’ve heard. It wouldn’t be so steep if it weren’t so high and mighty. I guess that’s why they say there’s a highway to Hell and the devil will always answer the doorbell. That’s if there’s a door. To answer.

Answers are wanted but questions are given. In the end, we want to be forgiven for the sins that have been committed by our limbs and lips. But don’t remember the glory of our hearts. How beautiful our hearts can be when we’ve forgiven ourselves.

How beautiful we are.

We are Canvases made by a being who isn’t human but gave us a spirit. Canvases that, through thick and thin, become oblivious to obstructionists and obliterating obligation. We console our bodies with disdainful love. Forgetting the definition of empathy, sympathy, and mercy.

Merciful is our Lord who awakes and wakes to wait on our ungrateful bodies. He sees the unseen and leads them down a path of pathological release and relieves them of the diseased  downfall of their thoughts.

Plunging through a catastrophe categorizing the ceaseless, continuing pain. She sees and she bleeds. She bleeds and she conceives the belief of those deceased and those deceived. But disowns the diseased.

Running on hind hearts and living on bloody fates.

I don’t have much faith but if I did--

There’s not much to say when all has been said and nothing has been found. But if words were as priceless as they aren’t made to be, more would be spoken, but not forgotten.

Forgotten we all are at one point but if we pinpoint the possibilities of oppurtunities; then we will make our mark.

Marking our territory in life. Becoming priceless.

Being human. Becoming a soul. Be yourself. Be whole.