blossoms blooming rapidly,
the tartar crumbling, goes away when I'm feeling motivated
brawl with the letters at night, the stars align to keep me safe as I jot
agnosticisms are nearing,
the unknowable and the faith collide
if what He says is true, then my teeth will be gnashing soon enough
brodie hit my cell, asking about my status
mundanity has approached me,
living on the day to day
the distance between Him and I is astounding
faithlessness is common for me,
wear the cross but don't commit to it
tryna dodge the long hallways and the banging of lockers
futility is a certain weakness that I cannot describe
the factualists will adhere to my words.