A lot of others opened up.
Live a little.
Live a lot.
Please, I want to show the world what I've got.
I'm weaker than I thought I was. But also, stronger than I originally believed.
I don't know if I'm going down the wrong way or the right way.
I just know I'm going some way.
"I must be constantly reminded that I am not living this life for myself."
I forget, sometimes.
No.
I forget a lot.
And when I hate everything about the mean things that I say,
it feels like I mess up so much and I can only say,
"I hate everything about my ways."
I want to be careful.
No.
I need to be careful.
Don't tell me you love me anytime soon.
You're leaving soon.
Friends.
The time that it takes to pass it all by.
The time that it took to make me realize.
The time that it took was - unregrettable.
Yet, the time that it took was, at that moment, frightening.
It's started to come undone.
My love for the outdoors has grown.
My love for my family and friends has grown.
I love like I should.
But I live like I shouldn't.
I'll run away to the hopes that I have.
But still I'll fall back asleep in the arms of my past.
And when I wake so helpless and thinking of that, I just lay back down.
It's funny how things can stay the same and drastically change.
Some things seem so close on some days but still so far away.
'Cause the truth, you know, is that I have been hating so many things I do and say.
Stare and see that this. is. me.
The things I do might need to be thought through.
But remember that what might be right for me might not be right for you.
Life's got so much more than this.
I'm gonna be just what I need to believe and I'm gonna be that something.
I shouldn't have to feel so sad anymore.
I know most definitely that this life is a beautiful one.
There's gonna be claps and singing along.
I don't know how much but I know I will be as happy as a 1950's TV Family.
I don't really have anything intelligent to say.
When the darkness fills my senses.
When my blindness keeps me from Your touch.
Jesus come.
When my burden keeps me doubting.
When my memories take the place of you.
Jesus come.
And I'll follow you there to the place that we meet.
And I'll lay down my pride as you search me again.
Your unfailing love.
Your unfailing love.
Your unfailing love over me again.
It's beautiful outside, today.
Everyday.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
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