Kierkegaard and his leaps of faith

I am drinking coffee and contemplating
The sound of fear. My heart beats against
My chest or my ears and time slows down.
Motion is relative in a world where the
Only thing we control is our laughter.
What are we doing here, I cry in unison with
People I cannot see and then I place my
Coffee down on the bedside table to
Recite a prayer and remember the sweetness of
Honey, the way I feel golden when the sun
Shines, and the distinct impression that I
Am loved. That I am protected.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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