sitting here pondering, scriptures of the heart and soul. wildly passionate reads. that no tongue can speak, nor can eyes capture. and the mind may think it understands. but that’s the thing about thinking… it’s limited to our imaginations. which i can’t say, is ever right. but i’ve felt tingling, deep inside. knowing it’s my soul. and i’ve felt a broken heart, more than once. i’m not the one to say… what is right or wrong, for anyone else. but my existence is best described. through scriptures, read only by feelings. and within what anyone could call, my rambling nonsense. i come alive, upon these dead trees. not with these words. but the feelings… behind them.
-Joshua Ryan Stewart
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