Deepest Fear, out there

Deepest Fear, out there

There is nothing wrong with seeking support out there. Many problems lie there.
I am looking at an empty, white page now. I never attack them, out of my own sense of gratitude.

What is beauty? I asked. At last.

Salvation during a sermon without uttering a word. As a sign language interpreter serves, there.
And… what is your fear about….that?

I was crying on a dry, tearless proposition. It dried up…long ago.I was tired.

Is it……….me? Or, is it for me?
His tattoos were storytelling in most cases. These are not. We are not.

I was desperate for eye contact. Why are we praying?

While praying, are we taking sides?
And after all, what is side taking for a prayer?

If distance is not. Reason is not. Eloquence is not.

And after so many years I heard her, once more.
It's a pause between Tortilla and Taco.
Your feeling station.

I was ready to cry now.
A taste to your own measure? Personalized?

What do you mean!

A………………h! It’s still!

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