That's what God did to me
He broke me like a window.
He crushed me like a piece of chalk.
He cracked me like a sidewalk.
And I can still feel His hand say, "I love you." as he smashes my face into the ground, asking, "Are you done? Have you had enough? Do you give up?" And all I can say is,
"Yes."

"Art attracts us only by what it reveals of our most secret self."