i’ll pray until my knees turn black and blue, indented by the ground that becomes a part of me. i’ll pray until the fire in my heart stops burning, and the light in my eyes stops glowing.
until the sun stops shining and the stars start falling and the world stops spinning. i’ll pray.
i’ll pray, everyday, until my skin turns cold and my breath becomes my spirit.
it’s hidden in our ignorance, the oblivion of our shallow smiles. our choices aren’t our own. but that magic is the terrifying, stark, gloriousness of our destiny.
fate is my religion. destiny, my god. hope is my prayer and love, well love, that’s the meaning of it all.