Kendra Haderlie Photography

There’s a road that goes to an old friends house, where we grew up where we hung out and I’ve been on this highway for three hours now, and I’m trying to find it. There’s a feeling that I left behind, felt it once running down my spine, the fear of God the joy of life, and I’m trying to find it. There’s a spot on earth a man can go to find himself and free his soul, a place somewhere between hell and heaven where no one hurts and all is forgiven. With a door that leads to light and grace, but the keys are in the darkest place, though it feels like I’ve been there before, but I don’t know what I’m looking for. But I’m trying to find it.