Virgo

I know that I'm not getting you back
Your're running through some dimension elsewhere
And like me, maybe the dimension gets too attached
Then you just become a memory

I'm losing my mind on a Wednesday afternoon
I'm retracing every step I took
Because you slipped through my hands and I think I know how
But I don't want to believe it, I don't want to believe

And how did this lead to so much?
She was right about Atlas
And it just piled on until I'm holding the whole world
Not because I have to but because I can't seem to let go

I'm sorry for screaming so loud but I can't hear my voice
I'm replaying funerals and breakups and I swear I cannot stop
There was some sort of error in my head when I was trying to process it
And everything explodes and boils over until I realize I've been in the shower for forty-three minutes just staring at the wall

Where did you go?




Where did I go?

"Kitchens are too small."

She comes home beaming at a quarter to nine
She eats leftovers and honeydew melon and puts on a song
She jumps around the kitchen, dancing and smiling
After leading dance worship for kids this morning, and working all day--
I almost ask her how she does it, but I answer my own question
It's because she is worshipping the same God she was worshipping this morning

The song ends, but she forbids it, and puts it on repeat
She tells me the mountains are moving, and she gets to be part of it
She tells me about future church plants, and how she gets to be involved
She sounds so shocked, so grateful, so honored to be part of this
But I guess I always knew she would change the world
And I always knew she would change lives

hour

Weird though, isn't it?
I spent an hour sitting next to you
And I say goodnight to myself smiling
I fall more in love with you
I have motivation for the weekend
I look in the mirror after a whole day and feel beautiful
I feel more of myself
Because of you and yourself
It's the thing again, where I feel like a person
I need it, I need it, I really just need it
The someone you are always has me enchanted
With your quirks and your flaws and your mind and your passion
What a gift from God you are,
You are Jesus telling me He loves me everyday
You are the best, I don't deserve my Jesus just
Giving you to me to be here by my side
But I'm not complaining, I mean look at you
The Joseph Arze--
But anyway, sleep well and goodnight

and we all know I'm just a ghost

I don't know why I like this song
I relate to it, but read me the lyrics
I'm not sure why

Rebekah says it's because I get impressions
I get emotions where she gets words
That's why I can't explain myself

She makes me feel like I'm a person

watercolor

The wind befriends trees and brick houses outside
Telling me to keep going, that I'm living my life

Peer over the edge
Can you see me?










Owl City

I have something to write
Even if it's just that
I envision you next to me
I feel my head against your chest