cast(ing) out

"in failure" their eyes will never be able to see this side of beauty in heaven. love echoes in the wind in hope to bring the wicked home. and if it wasnt for this i still find myself still wandering in the past. but the future holds a better tomorrow for me. while others suffocate themselves, we will bloom like flowers in the spring time. because we have survived the winters. unlike any other time. i am now suffering for the loss of the wicked. i feel as if i have been drowning in quicksand all along. but god gave me the idea. to fish in it instead.