Writing is all I have left.
I've learned that blowing your guts & thoughts to people causes unnecessary wrong doings, exaggerations. Cops, therapists, restrictions.
You're wanted to feel happy, have no problems in your life.
You're wanted to not act forth when you're pushed around, or things are thrown at you, right at you.
You're wanted to wear a white collar, a shade of weakness & innocence.
That'll make you perfect, what they want.
You're wanted to trust God with more than spiritual things.
You're wanted to think like God, act like God
God is miraculous and you're wanted to be God.
In the land of the free, you're wanted to trust God, or be dehumanized for impairing your own beliefs.
Not me.
The font is empty.
And I've been praying the 59 beads around my neck, strangle me while I sleep one of these nights.