Sunday. One week and days after the flood.
This broke me this morning. Then I listened to a few others. Sent the links to a friend that has been sending me music everyday.
I texted my friend something like ‘music is my church… God is here’.
Yesterday we got to feed a community that’s been in hiding because they are being kidnapped by masked gangs in our country. My colonel friend was worried about me getting arrested. Not mugged by the community we’re serving. He likely voted for this shit.
In times of trouble, we decide what we need. What we take with us, what we leave. And how much of your answers can be believed. Nothing gonna save you if you’re deceived.