I think Jesus has tattoos.
Or my image of him has tattoos. Right now it does. I think my image of Jesus changes from time to time to match the kind of person I'm most comfortable with.
Eventually Jesus won't have tattoos anymore, is maybe what I'm saying.
Jesus is a doctor, but one who's not in it for the money. And one who's not tired.

I'm sick. I don't get sick very often, and when I do it's pretty awful. I've only been sick twice since I was 15. I feel like I'm being punished, but maybe God is just trying to teach me compassion again, because I forgot about it.

I want to go home. Wherever home is.