Fragments.

There are things that I love in this life... none of them have to do with the world.

I want to go home... in more ways than one.

I miss Jesus like I miss air, like I miss breathing, like I miss living.

Surrounded by rosebushes, sunsets, safety, and smiles.

Exchanging external light and inner darkness for inner light and external darkness.

Do you think I should drive in the dark?

I want to go home.

Maybe a seemingly hopeless world is just seen through the lens of an apathetic soul.

I thought if I just really wanted it... I could do it.

Crying at my desk.

I do it for them. But at the end I'm not sure I matter.

Broken fragments.