Parachute pull

Two days

One blanket
Two blanklets

And suddenly a transient feeling of cushion.



Can I get away with this afterall?


Cloudy skies?
Clear skies.


Medicine to change the weather

A twisting fire

Twirls within my belly

Heat from my eyes



A saturated pond.

The ebb and flow against the shores

Trickles within me.



I breathe out pain

Excitement is sharp

Back out

Fears creeping in



Warning signs



A leach that keeps saying "more more more, it is not enough."


It is not enough.
It is not enough.



The fire eater saith "feed me fire"

It is not enough

Throwing molten rocks into the furnace





Im scared God.

U didn't give Me the spirit of fear.



T.T



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Urgent special evaluation required.





Too fast right now.

Too slow also.

Twisting and tying.




What will I do?

I need to back up.



I feel like a cloth that is being wrung tightly.

A screw that's wound up beyond its limit.

Fire burns

The thing inside doesn't feel right man.




Its something that doesn't feel right.


Definitely a screwy thing.






Foreign object

A screw.

Words with weight on them

Feels like it's spewing out but against the weight of gravity.


The words seem like they are pushing against heavy weight.


I am deeply subdued

Messed up

The worse part is probably the spiritual conflict.

The feeling like I got something dark on the inside.

When I'm really supposed to be a light barer.


My sun is covered over






Fear. The fear of being rejected by God

A stupid mistake


Out of sheer boredom.



People's greatest fear is boredom.




Especially the artist type.


The quiet, reserved artist



Boredom is a sick poison.
And also the feeling of


My eyes god. My eyes.


Help me see.

I can't see

Guide me Jesus.

When I check your eyes on that faithful day

Please be ready

Pending

Another day we wake to
With breath in our lungs
The clock still continues to tick

No point in packing up so early
No one knows the true end

Do you really want to be remembered as a guy who
Wasnt living in the moment?

What's left for you?
What are you waiting for?
What are you looking forward to?
What moves you?

What memories stick with you?

What makes you feel?





I get a big rise out of global events
It seems I get kind of excited when something bad happens to everyone.

Its the only kind of information to shatter the monotony.


Not enough attention to document

Last breath

Sorry God
Jesus Christ is king
I wish I had the strength to live
The courage to wake up everyday like you do


And everybody else.
I felt like I was the only one going through it.


Until I saw that guy preach, I saw how far his defenses were whittled down.

That man was frayed.




I saw myself and it wasn't the most encouraging picture.



Avoiding death is good enough. To live another day means possibly partaking in some kind of global goodness....

Maybe. Who knows.



With my last breath I can say "there's so much more I wanted to see and to say."


I just wanted to contemplate the concept of last breath because we live with expectation that there could be a rapture.

Any day could be our Last.