There’s fuzz, and then there’s breaking up. Life is all misconstrued and confusing. People aren’t where you expect them to be. They’ve fallen. From expectations, from grace, from light. They’re on the ground and there’s nothing you can do or say to pick them up. They have to do it themselves. I stand there, and all around me, the ones I’ve glorified … aren’t quite so glorious. I wonder what I saw in them … or what I still see in them. I want to believe there’s hope, but they have to see what I see. Or maybe I’m just seeing wrong. The world is upside down. And that’s okay, I think.
Strange beauty, failure.