This is why no one has faith.

Stupid screen capture. Anways, here's how it goes.

It all started when David Lost his voice. One day, in the middle of winter, he caught a cold. A stupid, miserable, pain in the ass virus that doesn't kill anyone in the civilized world. It would end up bringing him to his knees, so to speak. He was walking to class, texting on his phone, and reminding his parents that yes, he would indeed be going to church with them, despite his recent favor of a more progressive, upbeat church with youthful music, compared to the drab catholic mass with fire and brimstone. He then sneezed, loud and painful, into the searing cold. He knew he was getting sick, he just didn't want to admit it.

Three days later, he was int he midst of the worst cold he'd ever had. It was wretched not going to his voice lessons, which were his only real passion, and escape from this world. He could release all his anxiety over his life through his lungs, straining it like... washing dirt off of food, cleaning himself and coming out of his song renewed and full of life. He felt like God listened to him then. He felt like God would tell him it was ok that he was gay, and that everyone has days where they don't want to get up. He wished that were all true. Singing made all that fear go away, like the world was a better place for that moment.