(Day 347…)

Now it’s three in the morning, and I’m trying to change your mind…

We should talk more often
It seems we only speak
When the things weighing heavily on your mind
Cause you to not think clearly

It’s like you’re on something
Something so damaging to your wellbeing
It causes the backlash effect
You fortify yourself in the things that are killing you
The nails in your hands are more sturdy because you keep hammering yourself to them

And now
You want to sacrifice yourself
To liberate yourself from sins that feel like the world
And yet somehow
My number is dialed like a prayer
I gladly answer if your salvation resides in my response.
I wish this isn’t how we talk.
But I’m glad we still talk.