I believe one day the distance between myself and God will / disappear.

Its hard for me to grasp that I might somehow be my fathers equal in any way.

EPITAPH Now I'm not the brightest knife in the drawer, but I know a couple things about this life: poverty silence, impermanence discipline and mystery The world is not illusory, we are From crimson thread to toe tag If you are not disturbed there is something seriously wrong with you, I'm sorry And I know who I am I'll be a voice coming from nowhere, inside-- be glad for me.

I wish my father could be around.

The humiliation I go through/when I think of my past/can only be described as grace./We are created by being destroyed.

I basked in you; I loved you, helplessly, with a boundless tongue-tied love. And death doesn't prevent me from loving you. Besides, in my opinion you aren't dead. (I know dead people, and you are not dead.)

We are created by being destroyed.