Post Modernism - Tumblr Posts

I had control over the beginning and the ending the relationship, and so, I did. I'm growing as a person, and yet, when I saw the markers that he had given me, I know I had to dig up the old wounds. I used them. The doodle was by feeling, but the colors also by feelings. But the fact still remains. He gave those markers to me. He also died. And I lead him to Jesus, but that's all I could do. I don't know for sure if he said yes to Jesus, but I know that he very much hated religion. He doesn't understand what religion is about. Anyways. I might do more art like this. Just trying to get my brain turning again. Thanks for listening in my grief. Good day.