Monday, January 30, 2012

Blessing

I want to take your Love with me when i leave this world.
Shall anyone experience the meaning of my Love,
i choose no one but you.
Because i still find myself holding onto your skin,
walking forever aimlessly on that line which defines day & night.
That temptation consumes me.
To chase after a mislead dream than to wake up and loathe reality. 
I have you trapped outside of my Heart, yet suffocating underneath my skin.
And only you can resurface the memory, that feeling,
us.

I spent the latter part of last week writing this in my tiny notebook(literally, it's roughly 3"x5"), focusing the days' emotional peak to write down tiny parts, sentences, phrases which i came up with at any time of day. I carry this thing everywhere for purposes like this. I initially started writing this about a girl, we've gone through a lot and this isn't the first thing i've written about her. A lot of them are more abstract like this one(especially the highlighted part where it may not make much sense..there's a novel behind it i guarantee you). Anyways, i was encountered at university today by a new friend, Bob. He asked if i had a minute for God, explaining his parish for a bit, a current mission trip, followed by small Jesus goodies and thorough logic/connections of people to God. Honestly made my day, this is what I've been lacking for almost a year now..Jesus time. I took this as a sign, because i was wandering through campus looking for food(rarely happens, but it was a nice day to skate and do such), when he sat down with me. JUST now i thought to look back at what i wrote from last week, as i was having trouble looking for an ending or anything else to add in the midst of the weekend stress. It hit me, i wasn't writing about this girl, God had me writing about my own life, and how he's given me rope and how i've fallen with that slack. Drifted away and have found for myself the literal Hell i've put myself through.. i wanted this slack..just to get a better taste of 'life' as other people live it. I've lost my roots, who i am, and even more friends.. it HITS you.

Thanks Bob!


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