it's past midnight. again. the stillness.. the silence.. the sacredness.
the air is deep.. ..it's full.. ..it's inhabited.
i breathe it, n it heals me.. ..it heals me inside my brain.. behind my eyes.. behind the veil..
i can feel it; He's pushing liquid from behind my nose and eyeballs.. He's forcing sthg out.. it comes from my chest too actually.. n from my belly..
....another breath.. each one makes me teary... ..it's painful.. ..n yet so good..
...God. .."surely, the LORD is in this place..." ..
He loves me. God loves me
thk u Lord
Yearnings of a lovesick virgin struggling to be wise
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