faith-driven lifestyle
faith-driven lifestyle
He is not sure — still not sure — whether he saw it or whether something in him needed so badly to see it that he dreamed it in the dark. But here is what he knows. He knows his face. And he has decided whose face he is going to follow.
The crowd doesn't get tired. He keeps waiting for them to run out — of noise, of invention, of hunger — but they don't. They find new angles. New ways to twist the knife. An unsatisfied crowd is a dangerous thing. He knows that. But he is so tired.
You don't fight the night. You let it come in and you stay inside your training like a house. He has stood watch in worse places than this. He knows how to be still. But this night is doing something he hasn't felt before.
Religious heat. The worst kind. They're not angry yet but they could be. One wrong sound and the whole thing shifts. He clocks the man at the center and moves on. It's never the center you watch — it's the edges. But they keep pulling him back.
