Not Done

On my drive home I drown my thoughts with music, I put it as loud as my ears can take just so I don’t have to speak with God. I want to be forgiven for my sins, of course, but I do not want to ask for forgiveness just yet— because I know I’m not done being the church hoe. I ugly cry myself to a deep sleep, I hear and I feel nothing, not even a dream.

this is from my potential book

If you have been with me since 2019, you know I have been trying to write a novel. Well, I don’t know why I can’t let it go… I haven’t thought of anything else to write for it. It is still in my mind though, and I love it, but it’s just not flowing. Thank you for your patience dear reader.

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