A boy with a body that fought its own his head.  A place so tolerant it’s (practically) intolerable.  Inside this room are colors that don’t exist out there.  A heart that’s rooted deep vs. a desire in dire need of its own empire. It’s utter chaos out there.   And…that’s where You want me to be? Can’t You hear the chaos? De Wallen, the twisting network of roads and alleys. This too needs to breathe.  This too needs life.

A boy who vowed not to forget the Golden Age. A place so selfish it lacks self-worth. A place mankind lives in clouds of success, but not his own success.  When (and surely WHEN) that evaporates and his face is pressed against the reality of the sidewalk, he’ll be of value.  It’s hard to believe that You knew just exactly what kind of person you were making when you set this whole thing in motion.   That this too shall pass and we made to feel again.  Give it some light, give it some time, take away the pride and we all just need to feel and to be felt …

LOVED.

romans 8:38-39