Broken. It's easy to love broken people when we realize that we, too, are broken. When there's chaos, we must extend consideration. Compassion. When we realize how broken we are, don't mind broken places so much. We feel for them. Compassion. Empathy. Desire to help as there were those that helped us. But, how do … Continue reading Broken, Yet Made Whole
Prison?
The Happy Dialogue Dream: prison. Solo cell at first .. or is it? Solid concrete blocks painted white, dirty from years of existence - wait, are they solid? The walls are melting down. Is this a person talking to me, or is it an angel? I thought I was alone in here. Concrete walls that then … Continue reading Prison?
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