Gloryhole - Swallow Faith __hot__

Raw, vulnerable, philosophical.

We spend our whole lives building walls. Drywall. Ego. Prejudice. Then we drill a single hole in them just to remind ourselves that we are not an island. gloryhole swallow faith

Faith isn’t believing in the visible. Faith is the muscle in your throat that relaxes instead of clenches. It’s the surrender to the unknown. It’s the trust that on the other side of that crumbling wall—behind the rough hands and the muffled groan of a stranger—there is still a human being begging to be accepted without judgment. Raw, vulnerable, philosophical

There’s a hole in the wall. Chest-high. Patched with duct tape and graffiti. On my side, I’m just knees on cold concrete. I can’t see his face. I don’t know his name, his sins, or if he voted the same way I did. I know nothing. Faith isn’t believing in the visible

That’s where the faith comes in.