I write about life and I write about death. I write about the life I found in Him last year, and the death that I live and breath in everyday now.
I write compulsively; drunk with something or sober.
If you bother reading what I spit out, we're already having a more intimate connection than I have with a lot of people I see everyday. It's a little intimidating and a little awesome to have your read, and for you to trust me with your time and attention- whoever you are.
Love,
-w
- Addis Ababa, Ethiopia
- JoinedFebruary 7, 2018
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