i sit down and try to create something with words that can even partially manifest the cluster eff in my mind. someone asks me what's wrong, i probably answer with something including "overwhelmed" or "insanity" and two or none of those is correct.
i see beauty. i recognize and am truly moved by things. i am not insane, and i am not overwhelmed. it's whatever. i may not even be whelmed at all.
i think things are just tangled.
i miss true relationships with real people with brains and backbones.
and this?
i reminisce too much.
Tuesday 27/09/2005 10:08 AM
the one i love.
you have a maker. who, before you were even time began planned your life.He wanted you here for a specific purpose &He loves you with that perfect love of His.&guess what?Even when your parents sleep in separate beds in separate states, or even when you're hurt because you gave your heart to someone who only wanted your body, or even when you don't love yourself because you've done things that make you cringe inside, HE STILL LOVES YOU. MY God (your God, our God). &I am not ashamed of Him. Even when the drunk people in the elevator mock me, even when my friends don't agree, even when the girl sleeping next to me believes there is no hope for the world, even when my professor laughs in my face, even when I live in a city (mostly) full of men &women who praise themselves,I am not ashamed.
the one i love.
you have a maker. who, before you were even time began planned your life.He wanted you here for a specific purpose &He loves you with that perfect love of His.&guess what?Even when your parents sleep in separate beds in separate states, or even when you're hurt because you gave your heart to someone who only wanted your body, or even when you don't love yourself because you've done things that make you cringe inside, HE STILL LOVES YOU. MY God (your God, our God). &I am not ashamed of Him. Even when the drunk people in the elevator mock me, even when my friends don't agree, even when the girl sleeping next to me believes there is no hope for the world, even when my professor laughs in my face, even when I live in a city (mostly) full of men &women who praise themselves,I am not ashamed.
