1-18
Where do I start' I keep these things for a bit, then I worry about who may find them, so I toss them into the fire. I mean really, who'd think I was a priest, with thoughts like these, and the dreams I've had" I've often thought I am someone else. A person of great power and importance, then the world explodes around me, leaving me alone with darkness, but then she's there.
I care for her. When I see the marks on her neck, her body, that isn't covered, I get this feeling, deep in my gut. It's rage and I want to find out who is hurting her, and I want to show her that there are men, real men that care for her for who she is, and not what she sees herself as.
I can't explain why I feel the way I feel. I really don't think I want an explanation. She was here, admitting that she was leaving"no, telling me that she was leaving. The tone in her voice sounded as if she wouldn't make it back, or didn't care if she did. My mind is made up, I am going to seek the Captain, bless the ship, and stow away to be there for her"with her" and tell her who I really am. I may be sent to the ocean's bottom, then to hell for the feelings I harbor, but I go with a clear mind.
Father, if you have any words? any signs, now would be a good time to open my eyes.
Where do I start' I keep these things for a bit, then I worry about who may find them, so I toss them into the fire. I mean really, who'd think I was a priest, with thoughts like these, and the dreams I've had" I've often thought I am someone else. A person of great power and importance, then the world explodes around me, leaving me alone with darkness, but then she's there.
I care for her. When I see the marks on her neck, her body, that isn't covered, I get this feeling, deep in my gut. It's rage and I want to find out who is hurting her, and I want to show her that there are men, real men that care for her for who she is, and not what she sees herself as.
I can't explain why I feel the way I feel. I really don't think I want an explanation. She was here, admitting that she was leaving"no, telling me that she was leaving. The tone in her voice sounded as if she wouldn't make it back, or didn't care if she did. My mind is made up, I am going to seek the Captain, bless the ship, and stow away to be there for her"with her" and tell her who I really am. I may be sent to the ocean's bottom, then to hell for the feelings I harbor, but I go with a clear mind.
Father, if you have any words? any signs, now would be a good time to open my eyes.