chillēd rush.


deflate the airs of death pregnant without, before I give birth to a disease. chilled billows rolled up on my backbone, my kneels withers from its loads, as my feet refuse to keep the faith. i live among the dead, every day they kill me, everyday i woke up to face another death. i want to … Continue reading chillēd rush.

forgive yourself. forgive yourself.


Seaweed of guilt wrapped around my soul. Would they embrace me in the warmth of love again? How did I get here? O’ the weight of sins load weighing me down. I'm sinking into unfamiliar realms of emotions, helplessly. I feel worthless. I want my joy back. I want my sanity back. [ode of a … Continue reading forgive yourself. forgive yourself.

The Cure for Guilt


The other day I lost my temper. It was only for a moment, but it was enough. Damage was done. Later, I felt sick about what I did and took steps to make amends. This is how guilt works. Guilt is a signal that our lives have been disrupted by sin. Guilt is a sign … Continue reading The Cure for Guilt