Your sunrise seems more valuable than mine, same time but I’m out of rhythm plenty of blues, hey what’s up same news same puzzle no clues, excuse my dramatization self-pity empty, lose


Where are true feelings, hidden in a worn notebook somewhere in the ceiling, dealing with things by using bottles, bottling company I’ll ignore it until tomorrow, sorrow, covers every book on the shelf

No librarian could catalog my inner monologue, pointless confusing dialogue revealing trust issues, dried tears on tissues spit on for holding emotion


Am I ashamed, always somewhere else thinking of a different moment unable to appreciate the presence of your present, choices made, dice rolled, hands folded but now to Jesus they fold, warmest heart through the bitter cold, terrified of my missteps, shame, scold

Work out your salvation with fear and trembling, oh God please let me enter your rest forever blessed.

Music that helps keep my mind on things above. Via Spotify.
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