People freaking out about what Jesus looks like
And not what blind faith in this faceless dude
Can do to the people around us
we only become indebted to ourselves
And innocent bystanders
when we bolt our own feet and hands to the crucifix of our mere existence,
We convince our unmediated minds that
It’s not futile if we all believe
There’s a big guy
Watching over us
In the endless sky
For the feeling of emptiness,
when nothingness is all too much to bare
We convince ourselves that the colour of our complexion and the size of our hips
Are adequate measures of how one exists
We often look with our eyes then blindside our minds
Just so that the open sky won’t swallow us whole and shatter our structured bones
enjoyed this.. interesting images for this time of the year It is a hard ask to let go of all such comforts but of course they don’t seem intellectually defensible. keep writing. I love the way you are going. xx
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