I walked to the edge of my faith tonight. Looked down and was tempted to jump.
Because sometimes there are no stars or moon, just an ink black sky and when you step outside in your sneakers and run the country mile, you can’t even see the white of your shoes.
It’s that dark…
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These are the Imperfect Prose rules:
1. Link up a piece of poetry, prose or art that is somehow redemptive.