September 2009
2 posts
Shame
Why do the best of us feel the most shame while the worst of us don’t feel a thing? Those words are the theme for new lyrics I’ve been carving out the past few days. I am typing in a hotel lobby in Indianapolis, Indiana. The complimentary apple I’ve been chomping away at is browning faster every time I look away from the keys. I am weary of my inability to live in freedom. To live forgiven. To...
