11.07.25
This is what creation groaning feels like for me these days:
- Looking a human in the eye who the other day was angelic but here, in this moment, is borderline devilish.
- Feeling in this same human’s tired frame and purple eye bags the weight of the same life that sits on my frame and colors me under my eyes.
and it hurts—I groan—because with all my volitional might I try to believe that he is more truly his angel than his devil.
