memories try to drown me

Let’s run away from the bustling anonymity of the city and take refuge somewhere the silence can speak to us. I will sleep on your couch that smells of musty cigarettes and let its melancholy whispers pull my imagination into the world of your sorrowful stories which I will think are merely dreams in the morning. The panic that grips me when those nameless ghosts suck me into my darkest memories is enough to suffocate me; a fate only You can save me from.

When all my hope is gone, I reach for You.

You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance. (Psalm 32:7-8)

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