"On jesus"

it was a cracked screen glow, the kind that stained your thoughts long after the phone died. a ghost in the machine, a whisper of a promise made under the pale flicker of a convenience store sign at 3 am. every thread a memory, woven into the fabric of a moment that felt both sacred and forgotten.

this is for the nights that bled into mornings, for the confessions mumbled under the weight of artificial light. a testament to belief, held tight when everything else felt like a lie.

fading light, unwavering faith.