In the image of
There’s nothing like your sunrise. Red and orange hues of the sky in a horizontal view, dropping to ease the night.
Help me define my emotions, Lord. Let them be a part of me. Make them strong. I want to be human.
Provide me with your gift of companionship. A sweet caress for the heart, relaxing my inner soul, unconsciously living, lost in the core of familiarity.
Or even that of new. Surprise me.
There’s…an existence so deep that I believe it’s not found within me. To be is to have someone know you’re alive. Someone must’ve given us the want of friends, the want to love. The feel of company. The easy laughter.
