every day the moonrise lands and every day inside my hands the sands of time will pass and i will teach my hands to reach to the sky where i can find my God alive but then i die and then i fall and buried i'm beneath it all i cross my arms over my… Continue reading a poem and stuff
I am a Christian. This means that I believe that Jesus Christ is God. Or at least, most of the time. In a world where everyone is expected to be perfectly fine all the time, it can be really hard when something you've believed your whole life suddenly doesn't seem to make sense. When we're… Continue reading where’d you go, huh?