ashes, ashes; we all fall down.

20 | detroit

i am not my faults, nor my insecurities; i am merely the sum of my thoughts - and a heart darkly dreaming.

there is more to me than often meets the eye.

 

no matter how blind my faith may be…

in anything, at all, whatsoever…

my faith in myself is ever-wavering. 

now i call that a sticky situation….. like the gum on my yoga pants the morning after getting abandoned and spending the night camped out in a car. 

delirium who was once delight….hmm. 

thank you, Jesus. thank you, Adventure.