aromas
interpreting God/
Why do we pick ourselves up when we fall,
is it only so that we learn to stumble?
Maybe so we don’t stand so tall,
love drops so humble.
Our broken steps,
Our bones break,
The strangled smiles,
The naivety strangles.
What does it mean to know,
to love blindly,
or to sink below/
What does it mean to lose sight,
to bend backwards,
to get lost in the broken night?
I'm a runner, writer, thinker, and pastor. I love to agitate people's consciences. I like to spend my time reading, running, and relaxing with family & friends.