Part Sinner, Part Saint...(but I ain't goin' back) ... Rhymarhyma

"First and foremost, all glory to the Lord above. Word. Just cool people hanging out reading great poetry. Serious reads, not so serious atmosphere. Sometimes the poetry makes us cry, so we balance it out with corny jokes in-between. No doubt. We either grow together, or we grow apart. Our nothingness shows us that we are everything. Our brokenness heals us and makes us whole. Our tears create joy. Our anger becomes love. As people we are imperfect, but we are all perfectly loved. Out of 7 billion+ people in this world, only you are you. Unique, precious, special. Write it out, don't fight it out. Peace"

a year ago