It was no way to build a home. Your spirit yearns for you to come back. You have your beauty buried underneath the floorboards and it’s not even dead yet.

Didn’t anyone ever tell you that your skin isn’t your only home? Bend the nails from the studs and break it open until the whole house is exposed. Leaking pipes and splintered wood. What lives there ?

You can feel it without seeing it and that’s a true home- a place of worship. That’s the treasure. That’s where you really live. So, let your skin soak up the holy water even though it’s waterproof. Let it age. Let it drape over bones like linen. Let it protect your spirit. Let it be nothing more than skin, because it was no way to build a home in the first place. -AMT