…hooked on reliving the past, finding safety in their repetition…a paradoxical safety…safety in the most dangerous and violent of worlds…reliving and re-enacting the shortest of tragedies. Tragic stories; painful histories scraped into the walls of their hearts. The prisoner within engraves a story on the walls, desperately hoping the words bleed through into the world of the appearances and apparitions. Bleeding like prayers.
…will the truth set me free…will the truth set you free Gomar…will the truth set us free
we are STILL waiting for the miracle. The miracle of The One whose very touch resonates at the core, an intimacy that melts our Gomar's defences, reminding them that they are loveable for no other reason, than because they are.
watching
longing
waiting
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