storm

Sometimes, all that we can hope, is that we hit before the storm comes. Because there comes a point in desperation that the innocence dies. We become beings of survival and not living. We are all born of God’s creation, sure. But I feel that when we wander, we lose that notion. We worry, that in the darkest hour, we are not an image of God, but one that is tainted by this earth. If I die in my sleep ( or of I do not), God loves the darkest of those that exist. My Post began, I hope that we hit before the storm comes, because I hope we love before doubt drowns us. If we take an innocent look at this life, Love drowns us. After 5 seconds of it however I feel like its completely different. We feel like love dies. So I feel that all of those that dont feel lie God has a purpose. At the very least. I feel like God is the last remaining entity that makes Love be the one that drowns us. God gives Love a purpose. I dont know if any of this makes sense to anyone here but it is laying heavily on me. Just know that we have purpose. And that our influence is nearly inevitable. Make it worth it. Make our breath say something, make our hand move something.