The VOID
Not valid
Completely empty.
An empty space.
A state of absence or lack of something.
Isaiah 55:10–11
"Like the rain and snow that comes down from heaven. So shall the words that come forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void...”
Time can't erase the colors you've been stained with, You exist as you are. That is to say you can only ever be you,not to say you could never change.
Be messy searching for life and love. Make wrong turns instead of standing still. Bound your way through this labyrinth singing your song.
You can only revise what once was. You detail once you figure out what you want , you wipe away the excess when too much of it gloms and all of you pools to the lowest point, or when it all dries leaving nothin but a shell of what was once like water. scrape the shell with the tools you've found .
See how it faints but stays ever so slightly,daily and nightly.
Maybe a fresh layer. The big picture even closer to your face.
I propose you remember,I propose the mark you made was for a reason ,it's you after all. It doesn't even weigh you as it once did. The color still has its value, most of what I've made are blended mistakes created in shades I was feeling.
You are valid,
Your head is not empty,
You exist,
You are not alone, God was with me through every suffrage,and he hears every cry you cast to the void.
Throw what makes you you at the wall until it sticks you beautiful mess.
You're not far from a master piece.
