There is only one thing a blind man can be beside a weeping angel. I fear helplessness, doing and being able to do nothing. For me, this often means not being able to speak, unable to move or open my mouth, trapped in a silent frost like Han Solo. Screaming and pushing with all my... Continue Reading →

Genuine Christ

A few years ago, a friend of mine from high school killed himself. He was about a year older and graduated a year or so before me, so I didn’t know him all to well. I never put a whole lot of myself into any of my high school friendships, and this was closer to... Continue Reading →

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