twisted together before the faithful prayer in the garden
cries heard tinged with faith aside doubt
the crackle of a throat clearing
prayer to find the purpose
awaiting his explaining
a student with the will to work
rise to the One with their struggle
chin against huddled knees
~mj
i have wanted this since i was but a child, conjugating verbs and dreaming of dancing through the streets, through the nights yet here i am, wanting to destroy it all for it is worthless without you.
by now, someone must have told you that love is not a person and they were right love is many people as many people as you can fit in your heart, actually. love is every person you’ve smiled at, even
i used to sit on this platform at 3 in the morning when i couldn't sleep. i taught myself how to play guitar here. there was something so enticing about the danger, being so high in the air- something