Thirsty souls pleading for a way in.

And a wall obstructing the view and revealing all their sin.

Desperate lives, thriving on what lies beyond the wall.

Grasping, grasping yet slipping because the truth makes all appalled.

And the wall that covers genuity is nothing but a wretched and weak fallacy.

So, what is written on the wall you may ask?

Depression, anxiety, weakness, and feebleness...

But all it is, is what we and the world share...

A cold, hard brick wall built around the authenticism to mask what we truly are...

Humans.

Imperfect, flawed, and different yes.

But also, uniquely picked, beautifully odd, and God sent.

#slambehindthecurtain