We break through patterns never ours to carry—yet no one left to blame. Look into the void just to feel.

I stand by grace, experiencing variations of all. Fighting for a ticket to leave the land of the familiar.

It’s all written for us, the laws and the principles. The beginning and end. Adam in us, the spirit our Fire. A grace that is free and it’s renewed everyday.

I continue to learn my only purpose: To never give up and continue being the breathing proof of the Savior who conquered before the first wound.