Trying to catch up to May by doing two stories a day, last time I did this I drained the well. I'm to blame for that because I was more concerned with the likes/shares generated by each story, that I kept repeating myself and pushing out half-assed stories. I'm going to focus on the one thing a good friend told me, to make each one a gift and not worry about who likes and who shares. Just give them as they are, a gift.
"I'll try," was all I could promise.
Enjoy this little Sunday story of corruption.
*picture is originally from http://www.123inspiration.com/more-conceptual-photography-by-brooke-shaden/surreal-photography-brooke-shaden-9/
04/13/2014 (Monday)- Kissed and Made Her Cry
An angel met me at the confessional, asking why I even bothered—Why pretend when you don’t believe? Why waste my time carrying empty words and half-hearted confessions?
I’m not sure why, or even when they became empty. Repetition? The truth that I still replay my sins because I can’t stop lying, lusting, and procrastinating.
Why can’t you change? What’s wrong with you?
I shrugged in reply. I’m human, we enjoy our sins, you should try them some time, kissing her goodbye.
I watched the white dove fly off, a splotch of black on the tip of her wings.