Ramblings of a poor man

May these words be like incense. May they rise toward the heavenlies and into the Holy of Holies, and reach inside your heart. May they fill this room. May the rise from my mouth and may they reach your gigantic hands, Jesus. You are the great judge. Decide what to do with them. You are my love, and my only confidence forever. May you use my small hands to touch the world. May these words be like incense.
Wildwood, New Jersey. 2009
You could never find the beauty that I saw on certain days. Even when we were both looking at the same object or experiencing the same day together…

Wildwood, New Jersey. 2009

You could never find the beauty that I saw on certain days. Even when we were both looking at the same object or experiencing the same day together…

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