
Nice house. Nice bed. Nice pillow. Nice furniture. Nice pets. Nice books. Nice T.V. Nice pictures. Nice kitchen. Nice breakfast.
Nice prison.
Up is down. Wrong is right. Captivity is freedom. Imprisoning ourselves by not forgiving. Trapped in a life that we call our own, but one that does a huge injustice in exemplifying who we really are.
You haven’t chosen this form of life . . .
it has chosen you.
Y’ever wonder what it really should look like?