Friday, February 9, 2018

Shooting

On Wednesday night I had a nightmare about being shot to death.

In day dream, however, I dream of a white river that flows from above... milky white, wide and holy. The filth of this world is washed away... everything I experienced is washed away. What did I experience, anyway? What is that? What do I remember?

God give me strength. I need strength.

I honestly feel like I must be dying or else I wouldn't feel this tired.  Yeah, that's right. I must be dying fast.

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