I usually find myself staring down at what general nothingness is. As if I was floating horizontally above shallow water reflecting my scars and dark eyes, a failed anthropoid. No deformities but the mere objective report of my soul forever casted as a rock that never skipped. Yet, it happens to be when I am not enough that I somehow captures an essence of what God is. Through fellowship and personal accountability could I understand the penance of who I am. They are there to decide the depths of my soul, my design. Their beauty and grace nearly graze us as they handcrafts the beauty and ugliness of our beings. Deciding predator and prey, superior and inferior, the roles of who we are further driven by this system made for humans. Subpar caretakers of this world, leaving another beautiful creation in the hands of defilers. Almost as if a veil was lifted and I could see the true works of an already frustrated Lord. Yet, I will never truly see everything, because I am nearly limited to what my God blinds me from. However, like me, it will never be enough for them.
I follow this construct of a pained creator till the end of my days,
