The truth is I’d tell my story to anyone who’d listen. Something about the words being spoken makes them true. They are my release. Yet words these days have become so lifeless. Everyone is selling something, building something, singing something, writing something. And yet, no life. No breath. No love. Just loud clanging symbols. Dead souls wandering the streets reaching for any sign of life to suck it dry. Constant pursuit of money. Hidden agendas and false prophets standing on every corner disguised as church buildings. The lies. And I? I am built from it all. The very things coming to break me train me to run back to the Master for every decision, every failure, every heartbreak. And you? You should be afraid, because after all of your lies and deception, I still want it: the pursuit of freedom.