“Let him bury his face in the dust– there may yet be hope.”
The irony of it all is how, these verses, these tiny gold nuggets, they were little seeds planted in my heart. Dormant seeds. All they needed was the right watering and the perfect gardener to do it.
Isn’t it weird though, this social phenomenon? You talk to these people on your social networks. You update people about your life. And when you see them in person by happenstance
You have nothing to say.
Just a guy from Redlands, California married to a thug wife, raising 5 ganstas, trying to make it through the struggle through writing. Full time Christian, Husband, Daddy, Engineer. Part time blogger, gamer, aspiring novelist.