sailing away...
this is a pain you can't exactly feel with your hands... my labor of love. i write to right, but what happens when you can no longer distinguish between wrong and right?
i just want to be heard. not to save anyone, or be the voice of anyone's movement. if the universe could hear me, G.d might remember that i exist.
i realized i only pray when i need something. so i stopped praying altogether.
amen.
