There’s always something endearing and cute about a deaf couple communicating with each other through sign language. I find a fuzzy, warm feeling making itself known to myself whenever such rare occurrences happen.
What is it about beauty that captivates the eyes and minds of others into lustful act? I have fallen prey to what I abhor, like a bird caught in a cat’s grip, never hoping to see my release.
I submit to a Higher Power, One that can never die and always watches. I am but a servant to its will, travelling between a vast expanse, separating me from salvation high above and damnation in the darkest depths.
This journey is short and simple, yet riddled with prickly thorns and bittersweet moments.
What have I to support my actions in front of Him but tears and devotion?