nathanael.ink

I am in a sour mood. absolutely sour. absolutely circumstantial.

I like my religion, because faith without works is dead.
this is a basis, for so many logical platforms.
it’s at the summit of words without action are dead. null. void. incoherent and foolish, for it is to speak empty breaths. or rather, it is to breathe and call is speech and beg we all believe what you just now did not speak..
my problem is with everyone. my problem is with me. there is a heart at stake somewhere, but I’m not sure where…

it does not feel good to be here. or at least, I know that it won’t. but right now. to revel. feels outstanding.