And those moving wisps of white clouds in the horizon enchanted my eyes, as I had long marveled how timeless the skies were. The headlights of those urban machines raced past me in opposing directions and I stood on a strip of grass in between those journeys. I had a talk with Jesus several years ago, on a quest to self-actualization that has become little more than a distant reverie.
These temptations, moral flaws, and careless conversations have plagued my conscience and I feel my heart succumb to the hedonism of the global generation. Goodbye Saviour.