So sometimes paintings just seem to happen. I’m going about my business and then a canvas kind of screams at me and the next thing I know I have a … Continue reading Wedding of the Lamb
The problem with the human heart is it’s so damn fragile, like an egg.
This whole human experience of dealing with other broken humans leaves scars on us.
So when we enter into a relationship as two broken individuals, that doesn’t mean we complete each other and that we magically fill in all the blanks. Don’t believe me?
Try taking two separate broken eggs and fit them together without causing further damage or without spilling any yolk. It doesn’t work. Cracks will worsen, more damage will ensue and things will get messy.
And let me tell you, I am one broken egg.