Suicide was a midnight dream calling her name like a sweet aroma in the midst of a bakery.

Not to be remembered, but to become a part of your story.

My heart and soul seem to have become the hidden wonders of my own little world.

Yet, He still wants all of me.

My desire for breakthrough has now broken me.

To see or be seen…?

Remember the cost…

A personal entry.

Your beauty is in the hands of the Almighty.

I serve a good, good Father.