For that beautiful light to shine apon me...as Eternity invades...
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Heart.
A womans heart should be so hidden in Christ...that a man has to find Him....before he can see her....
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.
1 Peter 4:8 (NIV)
But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you
Matthew 5:44 (NIV)
LOVE NEVER FAILS. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
I Corinthians 13:8 (NIV)
1 Peter 4:8 (NIV)
But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you
Matthew 5:44 (NIV)
LOVE NEVER FAILS. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
I Corinthians 13:8 (NIV)
Thursday, November 4, 2010
fluffnstuff.
I feel like my life has been just a big whirling blur for the past week or so....a lot of crappy crap seems to have happened. Still waiting for my drivers license...my debit card....I did get my car insurance policy in the mail...phew!!! I'm glad I got that so fast, since the the car it's covering I cant drive for a month! Blarg.
I gave Darby a bath tonight, and poofed her out...I have a big fluffy poofy dog, and I let her get into bed with me for the first time....that dog can snuggle! I may be in trouble! She is so soft and good smelling and snuggly...I feel bad for Lex...he's not allowed in the bedroom for he sheds about 5489283239328575 hairs a second. It's too much.
Come to Breakthrough this weekend. Everyone. Please just do it. It's the only thing in my life that I can honestly look forward to, I am up on stage praising and singing and that is where I feel so close to God, that's where I belong, I want to share it with everyone, it really is life changing. I'm just saying.
I gave Darby a bath tonight, and poofed her out...I have a big fluffy poofy dog, and I let her get into bed with me for the first time....that dog can snuggle! I may be in trouble! She is so soft and good smelling and snuggly...I feel bad for Lex...he's not allowed in the bedroom for he sheds about 5489283239328575 hairs a second. It's too much.
Come to Breakthrough this weekend. Everyone. Please just do it. It's the only thing in my life that I can honestly look forward to, I am up on stage praising and singing and that is where I feel so close to God, that's where I belong, I want to share it with everyone, it really is life changing. I'm just saying.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
thankyou.
I am so thankful and feel blessed that my day ended so much better than it began.
Realized my car was broken into on my way to work- last night and my wallet was stolen.
Went to the police dept to report it and then got a call saying that my license tag has been revoked.
Came back to work to stuff my face with leftovers only to be made to feel I was being selfish. By Eating Lunch.. my bad.
tonight was good, I will have peaceful dreams and tomorrow is a new day, and will be better.
Realized my car was broken into on my way to work- last night and my wallet was stolen.
Went to the police dept to report it and then got a call saying that my license tag has been revoked.
Came back to work to stuff my face with leftovers only to be made to feel I was being selfish. By Eating Lunch.. my bad.
tonight was good, I will have peaceful dreams and tomorrow is a new day, and will be better.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
desert song.
This is my prayer in the desert
When all that's within me feels dry
This is my prayer in the hunger in me
My God is a God who provides
And this is my prayer in the fire
In weakness or trial or pain
There is a faith proved
Of more worth than gold
So refine me Lord through the flames
And I will bring praise
I will bring praise
No weapon formed against me shall remain
I will rejoice
I will declare
God is my victory and He is here
And this is my prayer in the battle
When triumph is still on it's way
I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ
So firm on His promise I'll stand
All of my life
In every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship
This is my prayer in the harvest
When favor and providence flow
I know I'm filled to be emptied again
The seed I've recieved I will sow
When all that's within me feels dry
This is my prayer in the hunger in me
My God is a God who provides
And this is my prayer in the fire
In weakness or trial or pain
There is a faith proved
Of more worth than gold
So refine me Lord through the flames
And I will bring praise
I will bring praise
No weapon formed against me shall remain
I will rejoice
I will declare
God is my victory and He is here
And this is my prayer in the battle
When triumph is still on it's way
I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ
So firm on His promise I'll stand
All of my life
In every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship
This is my prayer in the harvest
When favor and providence flow
I know I'm filled to be emptied again
The seed I've recieved I will sow
Friday, October 22, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
seriously?
I am constantly, constantly suprised at the way I find that other people perceive me. Am I just blind? Or naive? On just a completely different level? What I do in my life, my actions, my goals...do they mean nothing? It's not like I'm seeking to please or show off to anyone, I am Living my life the way I know how, for God, for my daughter, is that not enough? I find people to console in that I can relate to, smart people, people who share the same values, love God, understand, don't judge, That's the way I want to be seen to people who want to console in me. I have found someone who will listen to me, not judge me, and because of who it is, I am seriously viewed as that? and then when I defend myself I look guilty. What am I supposed to say? Do I care what others think? Or do I keep on living, hurting every day, trying to get past and move forward with my life for Christ alone?
is it wrong to just flat out be shocked at the way I am viewed, when I feel like all I am doing is moving forward with my life, in what I thought was a decent and honest way?
is it wrong to just flat out be shocked at the way I am viewed, when I feel like all I am doing is moving forward with my life, in what I thought was a decent and honest way?
Sunday, October 10, 2010
sanguine.
Make me sanguine
Help me genuinely
Kill the doubt that strangles myself worth
Paint the picture that I swore I heard
Spiritless and mean
Ghost that comes between
I will keep my wits about myself
Disregard directions sent from hell
When it brings the gleam
Longer lasting than me
Oh my love but we are bound to die
My heart is broke but you won't hear me cry
Oh my love but we are bound to die
My heart is broke but you won't see me
-The Avett Brothers
Help me genuinely
Kill the doubt that strangles myself worth
Paint the picture that I swore I heard
Spiritless and mean
Ghost that comes between
I will keep my wits about myself
Disregard directions sent from hell
When it brings the gleam
Longer lasting than me
Oh my love but we are bound to die
My heart is broke but you won't hear me cry
Oh my love but we are bound to die
My heart is broke but you won't see me
-The Avett Brothers
Monday, October 4, 2010
the.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
10
Friday, September 24, 2010
thankyou.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
solution
Monday, September 6, 2010
Hm.
I wonder if...
you still read this.
If you even care.
I care. I do.
But that's not enough is it.
Nope.
Have I been so easily erased from your life?
it was that easy? All I had to do was let you go...
and that's it for you. No fighting for what you want.
No trying to make things right/better/happy.
unless you are already feeling all of those...without me.
Makes me feel like a keeper I'll tell you that right now.
you didn't want to be the one.
Nice.
you still read this.
If you even care.
I care. I do.
But that's not enough is it.
Nope.
Have I been so easily erased from your life?
it was that easy? All I had to do was let you go...
and that's it for you. No fighting for what you want.
No trying to make things right/better/happy.
unless you are already feeling all of those...without me.
Makes me feel like a keeper I'll tell you that right now.
you didn't want to be the one.
Nice.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Time.
When do you know when it's time to give up? Or give in? Or when it's over? When do you truly know?
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Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Joshua 1:6.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Psalm 26.
Vindicate me, O LORD,
for I have led a blameless life;
I have trusted in the LORD
without wavering.
2 Test me, O LORD, and try me,
examine my heart and my mind;
3 for your love is ever before me,
and I walk continually in your truth.
4 I do not sit with deceitful men,
nor do I consort with hypocrites;
5 I abhor the assembly of evildoers
and refuse to sit with the wicked.
6 I wash my hands in innocence,
and go about your altar, O LORD,
7 proclaiming aloud your praise
and telling of all your wonderful deeds.
8 I love the house where you live, O LORD,
the place where your glory dwells.
9 Do not take away my soul along with sinners,
my life with bloodthirsty men,
10 in whose hands are wicked schemes,
whose right hands are full of bribes.
11 But I lead a blameless life;
redeem me and be merciful to me.
12 My feet stand on level ground;
in the great assembly I will praise the LORD.
for I have led a blameless life;
I have trusted in the LORD
without wavering.
2 Test me, O LORD, and try me,
examine my heart and my mind;
3 for your love is ever before me,
and I walk continually in your truth.
4 I do not sit with deceitful men,
nor do I consort with hypocrites;
5 I abhor the assembly of evildoers
and refuse to sit with the wicked.
6 I wash my hands in innocence,
and go about your altar, O LORD,
7 proclaiming aloud your praise
and telling of all your wonderful deeds.
8 I love the house where you live, O LORD,
the place where your glory dwells.
9 Do not take away my soul along with sinners,
my life with bloodthirsty men,
10 in whose hands are wicked schemes,
whose right hands are full of bribes.
11 But I lead a blameless life;
redeem me and be merciful to me.
12 My feet stand on level ground;
in the great assembly I will praise the LORD.
Monday, August 9, 2010
crush.
Are you really going to just stand there and watch be burn?
I've literally been crushed- let me emphasize that...
CRUSHED
3 times in, oh, about 3 days.
I'd rather not go into details
except for the fact that things were not as they appeared to be to me. A potential relationship...crushed while I was standing in the middle of wal mart. And what do I do? I offer them a car. What is wrong with me?
I thought I had a friend...but in reality I was pissing them off and doing everything wrong. I had a gut feeling, but I didn't realize how bad it really was.
and then, well there is always the other. That I want and pray and wish so hard for every day, and nothing helps.
ok so I went into details.
I've literally been crushed- let me emphasize that...
CRUSHED
3 times in, oh, about 3 days.
I'd rather not go into details
except for the fact that things were not as they appeared to be to me. A potential relationship...crushed while I was standing in the middle of wal mart. And what do I do? I offer them a car. What is wrong with me?
I thought I had a friend...but in reality I was pissing them off and doing everything wrong. I had a gut feeling, but I didn't realize how bad it really was.
and then, well there is always the other. That I want and pray and wish so hard for every day, and nothing helps.
ok so I went into details.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
anyone?
Friday, August 6, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
...
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
me
Monday, June 7, 2010
Real.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
show.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
me.
Take time to realize...
I am on your side.
It's been a while since I've written in my own words.
I've been plagiarizing from others
it's easier sometimes to express thoughts
when others can do it so easily and in such a poetic manner
it's almost like,
words put together can mean so many different things
so I choose what I want them to mean to me
and I use them.
Instead of my own.
I don't feel as creative when I write for myself.
But it can be that simple.
Like, for example, how can I express my feelings on the difference between being dissapointed, and just feeling hurt?
To me, dissapointment is huge. It means letting someone down. It's almost intentional, a cover up, knowing and doing one thing, but not revealing the truth.
I know this will hurt you. I know this is what I should not do, but I will do it anyway and hope you don't find out, and act like nothing is wrong.
It means to let someone down. While knowing you can change it, stop it, but continue nonetheless.
Feelings being hurt, because of situations that are beyond our control, are not intentional. Unplanned. planning something on the wrong date, not knowing something is important to someone, (although it seem obvious to one person, we are not mind readers) those are temporary and can be worked though. Misunderstandings, they can be worked though with honesty, time, support, prayer. Communication. Say what you mean, yes means YES, no means NO! (See? I took words from Pastor Nate again :))
So those are my feelings. and they mean exactly what you think they mean. They don't make good song lyrics, but, it's me.
I am on your side.
It's been a while since I've written in my own words.
I've been plagiarizing from others
it's easier sometimes to express thoughts
when others can do it so easily and in such a poetic manner
it's almost like,
words put together can mean so many different things
so I choose what I want them to mean to me
and I use them.
Instead of my own.
I don't feel as creative when I write for myself.
But it can be that simple.
Like, for example, how can I express my feelings on the difference between being dissapointed, and just feeling hurt?
To me, dissapointment is huge. It means letting someone down. It's almost intentional, a cover up, knowing and doing one thing, but not revealing the truth.
I know this will hurt you. I know this is what I should not do, but I will do it anyway and hope you don't find out, and act like nothing is wrong.
It means to let someone down. While knowing you can change it, stop it, but continue nonetheless.
Feelings being hurt, because of situations that are beyond our control, are not intentional. Unplanned. planning something on the wrong date, not knowing something is important to someone, (although it seem obvious to one person, we are not mind readers) those are temporary and can be worked though. Misunderstandings, they can be worked though with honesty, time, support, prayer. Communication. Say what you mean, yes means YES, no means NO! (See? I took words from Pastor Nate again :))
So those are my feelings. and they mean exactly what you think they mean. They don't make good song lyrics, but, it's me.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
He Loves Us.
He is jealous for me
Love's like a hurricane,
I am a tree
Bending beneath the weight of
His wind and mercy
When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory
and I realize just how beautiful You are and how great your affections are for me.
We are His portion and
He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption
by the grace in His eyes
If grace is an ocean, we're all sinking
So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss and my heart turns
violently inside of my chest
I don't have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way
Love's like a hurricane,
I am a tree
Bending beneath the weight of
His wind and mercy
When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory
and I realize just how beautiful You are and how great your affections are for me.
We are His portion and
He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption
by the grace in His eyes
If grace is an ocean, we're all sinking
So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss and my heart turns
violently inside of my chest
I don't have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way
Sunday, May 9, 2010
my angel.
I loved you even before I knew you.
I loved you for as long as I can remember.
The moment I saw you, everything made sense.
That love that is so incredible, it's almost like it can't possibly exist.
it does.
And it's yours.
You will grow up,
you will abuse my love for you
But it will never change.
You are my constant wordly companion and I will do everything I can for you.
My daughter.
Ramey Jones.
My beautiful daughter.
I loved you for as long as I can remember.
The moment I saw you, everything made sense.
That love that is so incredible, it's almost like it can't possibly exist.
it does.
And it's yours.
You will grow up,
you will abuse my love for you
But it will never change.
You are my constant wordly companion and I will do everything I can for you.
My daughter.
Ramey Jones.
My beautiful daughter.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Disturb Us.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
change.
You,
It's different now.
I can be strong, I can be me.
I am learning who that is.
It's hard,
It's scary,
It's a journey that can only be my own.
But you,
you are on your own new journey.
I can see that.
and our lives have come back together
and it's different.
It's stronger, because I am stronger.
I am finding me.
I am finding God.
I am letting Him in and He is changing my life.
The Darkness...
...Light is peering in
I can see the glimmer
it's there!
And I want you to be there to see it!
And you want to be there too.
That is wonderful.
And I believe it,
so...
until...
tomorrow!
It's different now.
I can be strong, I can be me.
I am learning who that is.
It's hard,
It's scary,
It's a journey that can only be my own.
But you,
you are on your own new journey.
I can see that.
and our lives have come back together
and it's different.
It's stronger, because I am stronger.
I am finding me.
I am finding God.
I am letting Him in and He is changing my life.
The Darkness...
...Light is peering in
I can see the glimmer
it's there!
And I want you to be there to see it!
And you want to be there too.
That is wonderful.
And I believe it,
so...
until...
tomorrow!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Reservations.
How can I convince you it's me I don't like
And not be so indifferent to the look in your eyes
When I've always been distant
And I've always told lies for love
I'm bound by these choices so hard to make
I'm bound by the feeling so easy to fake
None of this is real
Enough to take me from you
Oh I've got reservations
About so many things
But not about you
I know this isn't what you were wanting me to say
How can I get closer and be further away
When the truth
Proves it's beautiful to lie
Oh I've got reservations
About so many things
But not about you
It's not about you.
And not be so indifferent to the look in your eyes
When I've always been distant
And I've always told lies for love
I'm bound by these choices so hard to make
I'm bound by the feeling so easy to fake
None of this is real
Enough to take me from you
Oh I've got reservations
About so many things
But not about you
I know this isn't what you were wanting me to say
How can I get closer and be further away
When the truth
Proves it's beautiful to lie
Oh I've got reservations
About so many things
But not about you
It's not about you.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Ballad.
Love writes a letter and sends it to hate.
“My vacations ending I’m coming home late.”
“The weather was fine and the ocean was great.”
“And I can’t wait to see you again.”
Hate reads the letter and throws it away.
“No one here cares if you go or you stay.”
“I barely even noticed that you were away.”
“I’ll see you or I won’t, whatever.”
Love sings a song as she sails through the sky.
The water looks bluer through her pretty eyes.
And everyone knows it whenever she flies.
And also when she comes down.
Hate keeps his head up and walks through the street.
Every stranger and drifter he greets.
And shakes hands with every loner he meets
with a serious look on his face.
Love arrives safely with suitcase in toe.
Carrying with her the good things we know.
A reason to live and a reason to grow
To trust, to hold, to care
Hate sits alone on the hood of his car
without much regard to the moon or the stars.
Lazily killing the last of a jar
of the strongest stuff you can drink.
Love takes a taxi, a young man drives
As soon he sees her hope fills his eyes.
But tears follow after at the end of the ride.
Cause he might never see her again.
Hate gets home lucky to still be alive.
He screams over the sidewalk and into the drive.
The clock in the kitchen says two fifty five
And the clock in the kitchen is slow.
Love has been waiting patient and kind.
Just wanting a phone call or some kind of sign.
That the one that she cares for who’s out of his mind
Will make it back safe to her arms.
Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door.
Weary head hung down, eyes to the floor
He says, “Love I’m sorry” and she says, “What for?”
“I’m yours and that’s it, whatever”
“I should not have been gone for so long”
“I’m yours and that’s it, forever”
“Your mine and that’s it, forever”
“My vacations ending I’m coming home late.”
“The weather was fine and the ocean was great.”
“And I can’t wait to see you again.”
Hate reads the letter and throws it away.
“No one here cares if you go or you stay.”
“I barely even noticed that you were away.”
“I’ll see you or I won’t, whatever.”
Love sings a song as she sails through the sky.
The water looks bluer through her pretty eyes.
And everyone knows it whenever she flies.
And also when she comes down.
Hate keeps his head up and walks through the street.
Every stranger and drifter he greets.
And shakes hands with every loner he meets
with a serious look on his face.
Love arrives safely with suitcase in toe.
Carrying with her the good things we know.
A reason to live and a reason to grow
To trust, to hold, to care
Hate sits alone on the hood of his car
without much regard to the moon or the stars.
Lazily killing the last of a jar
of the strongest stuff you can drink.
Love takes a taxi, a young man drives
As soon he sees her hope fills his eyes.
But tears follow after at the end of the ride.
Cause he might never see her again.
Hate gets home lucky to still be alive.
He screams over the sidewalk and into the drive.
The clock in the kitchen says two fifty five
And the clock in the kitchen is slow.
Love has been waiting patient and kind.
Just wanting a phone call or some kind of sign.
That the one that she cares for who’s out of his mind
Will make it back safe to her arms.
Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door.
Weary head hung down, eyes to the floor
He says, “Love I’m sorry” and she says, “What for?”
“I’m yours and that’s it, whatever”
“I should not have been gone for so long”
“I’m yours and that’s it, forever”
“Your mine and that’s it, forever”
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
tin man.
You can't be like me
But be happy that you can't
I see pain but I don't feel it
I am like the old tin man
I'm as warm as a stone
I keep it steady as I can
I see pain but I don't feel it
I am like the old tin man
I miss that, I miss that, oh, I miss that feeling of feeling
I used to feel the sky around
With happiness and joy
I had news to give the wind
To keep my cells and heart employed
I felt people move around me
I felt loneliness and shame
Back then every day was different
Now each moment is the same
I miss that, I miss that, oh, I miss that feeling of feeling
I miss that, I miss that, oh, I miss that feeling of feeling
The feeling of feeling
The wind above my face
And carrying what it brings this way
The feeling of feeling
The minutes pass away
And carrying what I do with them
Maybe bring me love or something else
And so it goes, a man grows cold
Some would say a man grows strong
They say life only grows short
I say the road only grows long
But as long as there's a road
My feet will never touch the ground
And if you won't give my heart back
I've no need to stick around
I miss that, I miss that, oh, I miss that feeling of feeling
I miss that, I miss that, oh, I miss that feeling of feeling
The feeling of feeling
The feeling of feeling
But be happy that you can't
I see pain but I don't feel it
I am like the old tin man
I'm as warm as a stone
I keep it steady as I can
I see pain but I don't feel it
I am like the old tin man
I miss that, I miss that, oh, I miss that feeling of feeling
I used to feel the sky around
With happiness and joy
I had news to give the wind
To keep my cells and heart employed
I felt people move around me
I felt loneliness and shame
Back then every day was different
Now each moment is the same
I miss that, I miss that, oh, I miss that feeling of feeling
I miss that, I miss that, oh, I miss that feeling of feeling
The feeling of feeling
The wind above my face
And carrying what it brings this way
The feeling of feeling
The minutes pass away
And carrying what I do with them
Maybe bring me love or something else
And so it goes, a man grows cold
Some would say a man grows strong
They say life only grows short
I say the road only grows long
But as long as there's a road
My feet will never touch the ground
And if you won't give my heart back
I've no need to stick around
I miss that, I miss that, oh, I miss that feeling of feeling
I miss that, I miss that, oh, I miss that feeling of feeling
The feeling of feeling
The feeling of feeling
Monday, March 29, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
headfulness of empty
Sunday, March 21, 2010
sunken
There's rows and rows of houses
With windows painted blue
With the light from a TV
Running parallel to you
But there is no sunken treasure
Rumored to be
Wrapped inside my ribs
In a sea black with ink
I am so
Out of tune
With you
I am so out of tune
With you
If I had a mountain
I'd try to fold it over
If I had a boat (probably roll over)
You know I'd probably roll over (leave it on the shore)
And I leave it on the shore (leave it for somebody)
I'd leave it for somebody
Surely there's somebody
Who needs it more than me
I am so
Out of tune
With you
I am so out of tune
With you
For all the leaves will burn
In autumn fires and then return
For all the fires we burn
All will return
-Wilco.
With windows painted blue
With the light from a TV
Running parallel to you
But there is no sunken treasure
Rumored to be
Wrapped inside my ribs
In a sea black with ink
I am so
Out of tune
With you
I am so out of tune
With you
If I had a mountain
I'd try to fold it over
If I had a boat (probably roll over)
You know I'd probably roll over (leave it on the shore)
And I leave it on the shore (leave it for somebody)
I'd leave it for somebody
Surely there's somebody
Who needs it more than me
I am so
Out of tune
With you
I am so out of tune
With you
For all the leaves will burn
In autumn fires and then return
For all the fires we burn
All will return
-Wilco.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
In Our Darkest Hour
In My Deepest Despair
Will You Still Care?
Will You Be There?
In My Trials
And My Tripulations
Through Our Doubts
And Frustrations
In My Violence
In My Turbulence
Through My Fear
And My Confessions
In My Anguish And My Pain
Through My Joy And My Sorrow
In The Promise Of Another Tomorrow
I'll Never Let You Part
For You're Always In My Heart.
-Michael Jackson
In My Deepest Despair
Will You Still Care?
Will You Be There?
In My Trials
And My Tripulations
Through Our Doubts
And Frustrations
In My Violence
In My Turbulence
Through My Fear
And My Confessions
In My Anguish And My Pain
Through My Joy And My Sorrow
In The Promise Of Another Tomorrow
I'll Never Let You Part
For You're Always In My Heart.
-Michael Jackson
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
yes ma'am
Friday, March 12, 2010
this day.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Graphic.
Shit.
Everywhere I look, I am covered in shit.
I am crawling in it
Every single time I think I can see
a glimmer of light
more shit falls in my face.
where is the light?
when will I be able to be free
to see past this mess
and fall into the river
with clean water
washing over me
washing off all of this heavy, smelly shit
that I have been stuck in for so long.
I am crawling,
gasping for air
and I honestly do not see a way out.
Everywhere I look, I am covered in shit.
I am crawling in it
Every single time I think I can see
a glimmer of light
more shit falls in my face.
where is the light?
when will I be able to be free
to see past this mess
and fall into the river
with clean water
washing over me
washing off all of this heavy, smelly shit
that I have been stuck in for so long.
I am crawling,
gasping for air
and I honestly do not see a way out.
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