It feels like there's this little part of me trying so hard to be optimistic, that everything will work out. A very small, mute part. It's like a flutter, like something is trying to get me to calm down. Inner calm or self-preservation? It's hard to heed when everything around you is falling apart.
31 years of Faith has left me wanting.
Is Religion the answer?
A shiny new box to store it all in?
Is Religion the answer?
A shiny new box to store it all in?


