live (short)

at some point, we should be excited. We have made it this far. We have come this far. At this point, we have lived a good life. We have lived a good live because we have lived.

You are Enough

I think all the satisfaction a person needs, is to know that they are enough. Sometimes all a person needs to hear is that they have done enough or said enough. There is this deep worry that is in all of us of falling short. From the time we are born, the people around us become profits. “He will be a smart one” or “This kid has potential.” So we live in hope. That if we continue this potential could be ours. In our little shell of a childhood, its easy to follow this rational or mentality. But when we move out, no one is looking for potential. In this so called “real world”, no one is looking for who we could be.

storm

Sometimes, all that we can hope, is that we hit before the storm comes. Because there comes a point in desperation that the innocence dies. We become beings of survival and not living. We are all born of God’s creation, sure. But I feel that when we wander, we lose that notion. We worry, that in the darkest hour, we are not an image of God, but one that is tainted by this earth. If I die in my sleep ( or of I do not), God loves the darkest of those that exist. My Post began, I hope that we hit before the storm comes, because I hope we love before doubt drowns us. If we take an innocent look at this life, Love drowns us. After 5 seconds of it however I feel like its completely different. We feel like love dies. So I feel that all of those that dont feel lie God has a purpose. At the very least. I feel like God is the last remaining entity that makes Love be the one that drowns us. God gives Love a purpose. I dont know if any of this makes sense to anyone here but it is laying heavily on me. Just know that we have purpose. And that our influence is nearly inevitable. Make it worth it. Make our breath say something, make our hand move something.

Inspired By Roman Candle and NeedToBreathe

She asked me what the world meant to me,
She asked “if all this went away would you still be with me?”
I wish there was some hesitation because,
I didnt want to show what she meant to me.
All I could say was “absolutely”

These are the moments that captivate,
These are the songs with no tune
These are the times all guys try to hate.
This is the feeling of needing you

I was born with a silver tongue
That spit sweet words filled with lies
You never believed not a word of it
You never even noticed the disguise

You see the sun through the rain
And quite frankly im going insane
I liked my life in my control
I liked everything going my way

I just cant help myself
I blame this all on you
This something
I can not undo

These are the moments that captivate,
These are the songs with no tune
These are the times all guys try to hate.
This is the feeling of needing you