I’m broken down, beat up, shredded and taped back together. My prayers are insincere my life is falling apart. The voice I want so desperately to hear is not my own in fact no longer does the reverberating sound of peace corse through my ears...
For some its food, sex or drugs. The things we use to fill this never ending vortex of sludge. The things that suck us in, that drown us in the muck.The muck of self and self-righteous puff.
