literature will lose, sunlight will win, don't worry.
The humiliation I go through/when I think of my past/can only be described as grace./We are created by being destroyed.
Should each individual snowflake be held accountable for the avalanche?
Its hard for me to grasp that I might somehow be my fathers equal in any way.
I wish my father could be around.
I believe one day the distance between myself and God will / disappear.