the lover is the one who waits. what about the one who suffers in silence? isn’t suffering a form of love, no matter how unwanted these feelings are?
summer: hills of provence. fields of tuscany.
Well Plato’s cave is full of freaks
Demanding refunds for the things they’ve seen
I wish they could believe
In all the things that never made the screen.
Just slow down everyone
You’re moving too fast
Frames can’t catch you
When you’re moving like that.
stuck in a moment i can’t get out of
spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
let me walk upon the waters
wherever you will call me
take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
and my faith will be made stronger
in the presence of my saviour
The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.