It’s so valuable that without it we die but few of us have it.
I feel my lack of it with an intensity that takes my breath away. I beg God for it then I snuff it out with my own bitter perceptions of all it should be.
It’s Christmas time, all the towns are lit up, everyone is trying to create it but no one is successful, we have even started reaching into each others trying to rob what little they have for ourselves but we all just feel empty.
No one has time to stop and be still, but that’s how it’s found.
Peace…
I beg for it with every breath I take.
I want peace with my self, my life, my God, my world.
God, help us all.
-KD
The Story Bleeds Red 