Laying in the silence, thinking about the great divide we put ourselves in and how I should get through this. To find hope in the hopeless underneath the cold and bad blood- There’s still a chance; to unbreak the broken, unsay these spoken words and unchain the reactions. Time to pull out. Of everything-

Retreat and submit to the greatest architect and highest order.

The assurance that you will be provided for even after you’ve lost everything supercedes all the loneliness you’ve ever felt in the past.

Take the odds. Time will take care of the rest.