Dear Baby Jesus

It hurts, the things done and the things not forgotten. Once, and it's over. Is there a new hope? God, I hope.

It would be comical to ask for a second chance, but God ... God I need it.

Here's my heart.

World Without End. Words fall short to hope again. How beautiful. How vast Your love is ... new forever.

World Without End.

Oh jebus.

i have a song thumping in the background of my mind and all i can help but do is sulk. silence is so nice. solitude is even better. it'd be great to hide away for a couple days. be lost in a city and just not think. i need some new music to come and sweep me off my feet. it'll give me an obsession to tie me over till another time.

1, 2, 3, 4

Art Star

and you owe me Life

sitting. silent. stuck. stranded. sorry.

you are sound. electricity. blood.

i am the solitude that goes against you.

the quiet. where i dream, sleep, wander.

grateful, satisfied. i should be.

all my friends. i've returned.

rescue me from danger. precious blood.

i did everything.

Rebel of Heaven

There's no joy in living.

Don't listen at all. Go on. Enjoy. It's personal, and that's the way it should be.

It can't be anything more than that, or anything less. I'm not alone. And I would idiotic to think that I am. I don't want anything in return ... or rather anything at all.

You're giving all and getting none.

It's a new beginning, and you thought you lost. Loss. It's a loss. But you won?

I've got to learn a little happy along the way.

Pleading ignorance.

Different

I think You and I are pretty different. Having different agendas, You coming from one with serious ambitions and mine with the complete inability to meet on the same plane.

I live in myself and have no ability to leave that existence.

Open up Your mind and see like me.

No need to complicate Our time.

Begging to be free. Living in the past, hoping for the future, forgetting the present.

Love. Open up and find Love.

All the glory that the Lord has made

Things will end before they start.

The Beast will arrive in time.

Such a shame I cannot get over this.

I will try, I will try, I will try.

And I close my eyes, and I close my mind.

I see the fire, I see the end. But I'm not afraid to die.

Well Shit.

Shit shit shit.

I have no idea how my life thus far has led me to this place. Gah.

Complaining blogs are probably the only solution to my problem.

Hope?

Nah.

"Hope has come. You are safe"

Some song.

"And it makes me cry"

Some tears of joy.

"Soon you'll be okay"

Some salvation.