under crimson skies

i never knew there were such bright sunsets to see on college grounds. it's near end-september. no more storms ahead. mood slows down and another of night's lighting begins. the walk grows silent by the hour. i've learnt to befriend closures. repacking the dreams we had, the ideals we bore. the disappointments shared. there is time to say goodbye. sometime soon, it will become real, forever. for good.

sent. 11 am

Faith is something so hard to undertake at times. I can be frank with you before the Lord. How that purifies us, I know not. But you have helped me pray with greater nakedness on my own journey. May this pain and anguish of waiting soon end for you and me...