Apr 10, 2017
"you don't have to come but you always do."
the tips of my fingers tingle, chicken skin all over and i am not fearful. the foul factors decided again and again for years, maybe more. could it be that existence is mounted on a throne of Glory? my King, my Love, you surround me, undone and tucked beneath. evermore do you whisper armors of wisdom and secrets of a full heart, that surprisingly now, intrepidly now, is mine?