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Sophia is an eighteen year old dreamer, lover, skater, deviant, singer, artist, actress. model, rebel, lazy bum, otaku, frag doll, coffee-addict, pessimist, single-and-pretending-to-be-happy-about-it, overscheduled, undersexed, buys any magazine that says 'healthy body image' on the cover and every two years takes up knitting for...a week.

and i can't go back

and i can’t go back.

now understanding the reality of life. misperceptions of our human condition dissolving away. life that is but a vapor, quickly vanishing. here for a moment and gone the next. conforming no longer, my treasure is not here. naked i came, naked i will go. beauty, wealth, their high opinion of me…all is nothing.

and i can’t go back.

no longer ignorant to things i cannot see. no longer blinded by things that i can. knowing that there is more than they acknowledge. opened to a reality i cannot turn from. no longer able to sit in silence as they reject you. how could i deny what i already know to be true? the rooster will crow, but you will still be my God.

and i won’t go back.

a slave to that which sets me free. bound by a love even the most righteous do not deserve. in but not of, i am set apart. an alien in a foreign nation, longing for my home. a home so far away and yet still…so close.

and i won’t go back.

tears that i’ve cried. emptiness i’ve fallen into. fleshly wounds exposed, as i buried my face in the dust. but touched by the only one who can heal. formed into something better. humbled, changing, as i become more of who i was intended to be. finding the deepest joy in what you have called me to do. realizing the intricate complexity of your love so simple. a paradox encompassing the whole truth. a love so vast poured into my life so small. may i overflow, may i overflow. with the only thing i live for, and the greatest thing i can give.

and i will press forward.

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anyway, posting this from what i consider the best place in the whole world


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