Why is it

that it still hurts.
Every single time I look at your smile
I catch your scent in the air
I meet your eyes.
It still hurts me.
Why?

So tired

I should be used to this by now. The way people use me,
the way people shove the blame in my direction,
the way people expect me to behave.






















It sucks when you get used, and people think it's okay.
It sucks when you can't get them to listen.
You know what? It's just something I tend to overlook.
Oh well, They'll learn eventually.

up with hope

It's been two years already? my last friday and sunday
leading worship, at least for a while. bueno

oh swell

Four days left.
I'm already itching to head out the door.
I don't even want to bring that book tomorrow.
as I fill these pages with ink and false remarks
all that's left is a stale taste of relief.
I'm sorry to say, but within the next four
pages of this life, we'll leave and move on.
Maybe not for some of us, but for most, it's
sadly the truth. so stop looking at me and step
out that door. you don't understand that I've
been realizing this ever since my foot first
stepped into these halls. I'm leaving
with a bitter taste in my mouth. With my hands
held down and feet stepping out. Soon it'll
be done. Soon we'll be feeling infinite.
While we wait for the sweet kiss of relief
We wait at the door, with our hearts in our hands
Let go. Let's forget what's all around and
just feel infinite.

it's time

let's get it together.

the funny thing about this is, we'll feel
no remorse or regret.....until we see grace.
We should already know that we're free, but
we still tend to fall into the same pit.
You'll feel fine, but when it comes back to
hit you, just look up.