God has answered. Or has he left more mysteries for me to solve. A faith designed for structure. But it’s a name that doesn’t fit, because I don’t believe he exists.
Structure, structure. That doesn’t appeal to me. I spread like wild flowers, blooming radiant colors. And thunderous, the middle of a storm. I won’t follow a path, but adventure on my own.
I belong to the Earth. A child of the sun, the stars and the trees. A rebel at heart. A “filthy hippie” would be a better label than a “conformist”.
Calm and collected. A level headed freak. Thinking differently, and open to suggestions. To understand all possibilities, but to think on my own. Independent.
Janae, an answer from God.
But I would prefer a “filthy hippie”.