there is this raging
overwhelming
that is sitting
in my stomach

it attempted my throat
but i was not as bold
to let it scream out

i shook my head violently
but i only ended up
dizzy

and to stomp my feet
only lasts so
long
till they are aching

this thing in my stomach
like a hurricane
its stirring its stirring
emphatically

so i sit and i write
stamping out letters
with my finger tips
as i feel it
and i feel it

sometimes all
that can be done
is to sit
and feel
the ache for kingdom
come.

brains on holiday too

I had some sort of clarity of what I wanted to write before. but I soon got distracted and forgot it.

im simply so tired.

I have said it a million times over. but I can not face such late nights. I don’t spring back like others. last night my body was a brilliant wreck. I felt as though my arms looked like balloons. but alas the swelling is all on the inside. probably the same place that I should leave the complaining. however as of late that’s also been a struggle.

im genuinely worried that Damien rice is lost all faith in love

and that TIM Burton had a bad childhood

and that I will keep making the same odd little mistakes. like not writing. nor taking enough time.

nor simply being with Jesus

being too sociable

I am also concerned that the fairy lights will not turn off

be turned off

and i

I will be wrestles

but too half asleep to tumble down (bay) and turn them off.