Out of the wreck, I rise every time
For when it comes to You, Logic makes no sense.
“If you have never begged God to help you let go of someone, you have never truly loved”… I push myself to release, and each time I try, it is like trying to kill a part of me in many ways. You are a part of me.
Running used to be a method by which I cleared my mind. Not in a healthy clearing kind of way, but in a way that I allowed the pain and unease that came with running, overtake my mind so that I could escape my thoughts, even for a little while. The pain gave me something concrete to focus on. When the pain was not enough to drown out the thoughts anymore, when I could not outrun myself, I stopped.
Our stories are unique in their similarities, different in their commonalities, and heartbreaking in the reality of this modern world.
This is the call to action, a BATTLE CRY that rings out, that will mark this generation. Will you heed the call?
“The Waiting Place for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go, or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or a No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting”
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