Stream of Consciousness | 1.6

A struggle between solitude and longing unfolds, reflecting deep emotional pain and a desire for escape.

Poverty

And it harm none Mama formed the mission, holding her Bible a glory soaked misfit.

Save the idle banter and the petty, senseless chatter for the next innocent victims of your self created disaster.

I'm on the outside bright color peacock spreading; I own my street, a path forced discreet by tainted company.

I thought I'd feel reprieve; some kind of soul relief to find out she died.

Closing the spaces I once shared. Closing the trust I once spared.

What does my face look like when I cry? Un-pretty, swollen blood red eyes.

I wonder who you are anymore as your voice echoes dismissive screams disguised as suggestions.

They said they found her drowned below the galley. She had tried to scratch her way back to sea.

Their presence attracts chaotic relationships, revealing hidden truths and fostering eventual healing amidst emotional turmoil.

Best-selling author, M. Dolon speaks on Sam Fife's Move of God cult.