THE STORIES
Who Am I?
Who am I that I'm simply a commodity in this world?
A note of clarification: A commodity is nothing like a commode, though they sound almost the same. A commodity, according to mr. merriam and his friend webster, is a product that can be bought or sold for its usefulness. A commode, is a cold seat where people poop. But, as mommy explained it, sometimes a person can feel like a commodity disposed in a commode when he or she becomes useless.
I laughed.
Mommy, you're not poop, I said to her with my eyes. You're God's child.
Sketchy Stuff #116: Everything
It's okay to let go...
Sketchy Stuff #204: Chatter
Song 2:4
There Are No Words
Sometimes there are no words.
Sea Him
I know that only five minutes of thunder can convince me that the sky is falling, but it isn't. Two hours of mommy and daddy being at work can convince me that I've been abandoned, but I haven't. So, 430 years as a captive in a land of myth and mysticism probably left God's people believing some of it.