me: i'm a prison of dust living in a bigger prison of dust...surrounded by dust, breathing dust...
Him: you are a prisoner of hope living in Hope, Who is living in you, you breather of hope!
me: but still. sometimes. everything just seems pointless.
Him: *points at Himself. I'm the point.
me: why is it so painful to let go of control?
Him: I opened my hands for them to be pierced.
I let go so you can let go and hold my hand.
