it's hella cold outside, shit
I in my anger and he in his curious peace. Should I be skeptical or is this yet another miracle? They aren't supposed to be so frequent I thought. I used to think a lot of things. Now I just get mad and run away. He said words that I cried out with my whole being for him to say one day. And all I could do was laugh. I couldn't even smile. Just laugh. As we turned the corner I saw him in a different light, beneath Christ's light. The weird part is he saw it too. What are you supposed to do when you're most longed for and hoped for prayers become reality right before your eyes, one by one by one? Makes me wonder where Tony is... and why I want to throw up when I see my youth pastor.