God – not my shadow, but my center. Not watching over me, but through me – a puppet filled with the breath of life. Every decay in its place. Every beauty in its place. The next word is not mine – placed there long ago for this perfect moment.
God – not my shadow, but my center. Not watching over me, but through me – a puppet filled with the breath of life. Every decay in its place. Every beauty in its place. The next word is not mine – placed there long ago for this perfect moment.