About Me
Often the world, with in we live, looks to the hard exterior we present so that the soft and delicate nature of who we are can go on without hurt or pain. We mask over our desires and passions because the crust we live under is so thick, the crust that we have let the world bake onto us. Within these pages realize that crust is removed, sometimes raw and painful as flesh meets light but all the while real with the grace of God.
You brought in thoughts of the world, too much to infer. Sitting dismayed, what you’ve become is nothing individual, only the shell of beauty once realized. The world has lost but rages onward, though the victory vanquished. Leaving the lost fighting for last place…
~paul prins 3-12-04
Eden Prairie, MN | Toulouse, FR | Menomonie, WI
