I was never predestined to receive grace,
I’m always in a state of kenosis to fill the empty space;

I’ve been numbing myself this whole relationship with the smoke of blueberry in taste, as I’m weighed down by the inevitable regrets that I face. I did read about hope that I was willing to embrace, from the poet who wrote in the form of erase. I found it refreshing how they deleted the undesired text to leave something beautiful in its place.