Haven

You couldn't know the beauty and honesty in a congregation of lying children. They're inventing words that Yeats never got close to touching, they're going to complain about it all, they're going to find solutions and withhold them- because they fucking hate you.

trace

Attributable to the Grace we receive is the love we dole out. The love for a stranger to matters of the soul, we can only hope and pray that somewhere else, they're doing much better than a fleeting view allows one to scry.