20150429

There is nothing to write about and there is everything. There are tears in another girl's eyes that I have cried before, yet they are uniquely hers. I'm on another precipice (When am I not? When am I on that solid ground that I built with God in a faith and identity unshakeable, where I can reach others through a strength fully my own yet given to me by Someone stronger than everything in the world that falls apart.)