hello,
this day i dyed my hair. slightly lighter, slightly not as blonde as i had hoped, slightly kinda sad. i worked tonight, it was long but enjoyable. during my break i wrote something, inspired by what seems to be christian dogma. how to treat eachother! those who dont seem perfect, who dont line up with CCM culture are treated as lepers. a wounded leg doesnt need to be hidden it needs to be treated. a hurting soul needs love not a lecture.

She held them to the sky,
Those scarlet wrists, had met the blind.
“Do you see!?” “I hurt as you.”
“Cant you see?” “WE hurt! WE bleed!”
Sweep this mess away, to comforts bliss. You turn your eye.
Too comfortable! "Cant we speak, can’t we cry?"
This isn’t something solely bore, it doesn’t leave when you prescribe.
"You'll fail me, you gossip, you point-You HIDE!"

its easy to stab when they dont see the knife.
(dont just skip over that line)

graciously yours,
adam