I Am The Sea
Oh Christ, how I hate what I have become

Take me home

Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray, to dreamer’s hideaway
I cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me,
I have but two faces
One for the world,
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
arabiccalligraphy:

“أرض الله واسعة”
roxygen:

“And the world (of) Allah (is) spacious.”
allcreatures:

Bhopal, India: A stray dog smeared with coloured powder walks in a lane on the last day of Holi festival celebrations
Rafiq Maqbool/AP (via 24 hours in pictures | News | guardian.co.uk)
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