the world isnt comfortable like it once seemed

you never know the extent of ache one heart can give untill you feel it break and then imagine it lasting forever.

music

remember the 90s?

and

also.

those who feel that tugging. that mingling, those who see the formation of words bleeding together.

why dont they acknowledge it.

so i know its not just me

smush

its an interruption of another soul. colliding.
but im not sure if the other
always feels the collision as much as i feel it.
to me, in that moment, things can slow down.
i notice this Being, i see their potential, a yearning rises up
ever so slightly.
to walk life with them.
yet i always wonder, do they feel that impact.

of two different

yet very much the same

worlds

meshing with words
pouring
flowing
imparting
creating

something that wasnt there before
but something that could become

to they feel that? sense that? know that?

or is it


just me?

me.

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.