
Maybe this sojourner is meant to travel alone. I know God says it isnt good for man... but maybe it's good for me. delegations come from the balcony seats of speculations interest that became infatuated were too busy or just forgot to get the updated version of understanding a divine being in full. Or maybe what's understood is under the hood in the crevices of a broke down lexis. maps and fuel bags with tools All these rules... Forged through fiery.. Glancing at a watch... now do you see? I'm getting angry My spirit animal is antsy I'm running off Dunkin coffee and trauma based memories. I'm making hasty decisions concerning those who abused my vision Side Spitting at the walk in my mission. This is all just a loaded question... who. am. I I am a sojourner and this is not my home. Concluding that maybe I'm meant to travel this alone