“ The hospital room was as cold as dead skin, the hallway crowded with lost souls and reeking of illness. ”
The truth is usually left for us to hunt and gather independently, if we are so inclined.
~ Raquel Cepeda
This thing I am feeling, I’m almost certain, is the closest I’ll ever come to standing somewhere in between truth and reconciliation.
Come to think of it, maybe God is a He after all, because only a cruel force would create something this beautiful and make it inaccessible to most people.
Support and encouragement are found in the most unlikely places.