Let it rain!

When I was a child- totally dependent for nourishment and TLC God alone already knows what transpired. Now I am a little grown up heaven and hell are putting together the pieces that fell apart and resurrecting the peaces buried with shitload of evidence that petrified truth is wanting to reveal without tainting the cells. God is angry and cold yet smiling and happy- at least that is how my mind can best describe a passionate compassioneer and I love how God makes me grow and groan while in the groove of grove

How does a wild child live and thrive in a tame world? I ask the clouds and moon and stars and sun and the universe and they are more than happy to have the whole world help me and for this I am forever grateful!