'link' - Gloryhole Swallow Faith

Raw, vulnerable, philosophical.

I don’t know his name. But in the three seconds after the shudder, before the footsteps fade, there is a silence more sacred than any cathedral. It’s the silence of two broken people who, for just one moment, didn’t hurt each other. gloryhole swallow faith

And that is the point.

You think faith is only found in stained glass and hymnals? Let me tell you where I found mine. Raw, vulnerable, philosophical

We spend our whole lives building walls. Drywall. Ego. Prejudice. Then we drill a single hole in them just to remind ourselves that we are not an island. It’s the silence of two broken people who,

Because in that moment, I have to make a choice. Do I bite? Do I run? Do I weaponize my fear? Or do I receive ?

There’s a hole in the wall. Chest-high. Patched with duct tape and graffiti. On my side, I’m just knees on cold concrete. I can’t see his face. I don’t know his name, his sins, or if he voted the same way I did. I know nothing.