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God of mercy,
God of second chances.

thanks for not giving up on me.

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like a pair of shoes we are supposed to be of similar size we are meant to be one we are meant to be a pair it is not me and you it is meant to be us tonight, i walked with you with the streetlights chasing footsteps i am chasing you who am i after? what am i after? i lost track of everything i lost track of everything i lost track of everyone it is all blurry and fuzzy what i am truly after is us, huh, what i am truly after is me.

At 24.

Young adulthood. The stage I'm currently in. The stage you are probably in or have been in. The stage that's filled with exciting milestones. The stage where you're granted unlimited pass to anything and anywhere. It is frightening, yet exciting. It is daunting, yet stimulating. Exciting and stimulating; seems like life's active in motion. Seems like the stage to dash for the things that keep you awake at night. But, that's all fiction. That's all fiction. To me, life is one of a ride. You go up, then you go down. You say hello, then there is goodbye. You strive, then there's stillness. It is against the world. It is against the rules. Being still when everyone's in a hurry. But then, a voice whispered. Be still. Eventually, you will thrive.

whatever you desire

the trials i waited the purification i long desire the melodies i dearly sing with confidence more often than not i am truly afraid of whatever is coming my way for when i am in the middle of fire i am burnt and my flesh is screaming out but let it burn until what's left of me is everything you want in me