Cussing and Crying

Hearts Alight, Photo by BradensEye

Sleeping with the fear of God is far from a cozy cuddle. Anyone who’s been thrown untimely into a conversation about meeting the ol’ Maker might understand my drift. Life-threatening anything tunes your obtrusive condition toward salacious outbursts. A once soft-boiled nature can become hard-boiled scouring. Tremendously torn by whatever constitutes our fractal frenzy, we’ve reset as a silhouette of our sensible self. Letting ourselves buckle down with…