love

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. 1 Corinthians 13:4-8.

why does every story of faith sound like a cliche? well. i don't believe in that anymore. faith is faith, and to think otherwise is the work of the devil. i've lost myself along the way, but i know God has always been present in my imperfect love. love is never easy; and a love between two contrasting religions sets itself up as an offering for even more temptation and tribulations. but hear this now, and hear me well. i'm stronger than all that; we're stronger than all that. love keeps no records of wrongs; let today be a rebirth of my love for him, keeping the good and banishing the hurt and the bad. God is protecting my heart, and i. i will always be trusting, hoping, perservering. and praying.

and i am not going to fail. by the grace of God and in the name of the love for all things that is true, this love will not fail.

i love him. and i love Him.

die for you

somewhere along the lines of this love story, i'd decided that i'd die for you. only, i didn't know that there were other forms of dying and death.

i know you love me. what kills me though is that i thought you loved me enough to change; but now i know that you just loved me enough to lie.

epiphany

a life sentence of solitude awaits me. and i fear. i fear.

safety bar

the siren call of a world caught up in its fast-forward motion is so seductive. and really, the only thing that's keeping me in is that nosey metal bar.

i kinda wish it'd break. at least then, the fall would be guiltless.

when the stars go blue

where do you go when you're lonely?

save me. someone. anyone. please.

everything that matters

tell me does transcience look like that?

i'm tired of writing with a pen that doesn't belong to me. these words that you see, are merely embellished lies, little life buoys i throw out in desperation to keep from drowning in the realization that beneath the syntax, there is nothing else.

picture this: everything i wanted to be, thought i could be, thought i was.

nothing. nothing but a lie.

how do i deal with that?