we are people; there are no deities that love us more than we love ourselves.
it’s deep, but we’ve got that love buried in us, somewhere.
behind blackened lungs, broken hearts, ruptured spleens and shattered vertebrae, maybe we’ll find that love.
what i have learned in my years of searching, is this:
you’ll never find what you want, but if you are honest with yourself, it may find you.

i’ll spit in a wishing well, walk on a dimly lit highway and dive head first into shallow water all because i want to.  i will forever walk that line that divides decency and insanity.  that is my place and i love it.