take my silence as faith
Published in
Mar 16, 2021
every dusk, the dreams come as the attacks do. it starts with many memories folding into themselves, a spectrum of falling colours too bright, too varied, i puke in my sleep and wake to my head rolling.
most rainy mornings, i have no words of prayer because my voice is too feeble to travel through raging water.
one day, i might understand god and his choices. but till then, i make excuses for him and wait out this weather.
