In your atmosphere.

Wherever I go, whatever I do,

I wonder where I am in my relationship to you.

Wherever you go, wherever you are,

I watch your life play out, in pictures from afar.

Said you're alright, though you said you'd be sad,

You're my LA, I just can't stay away,

I literally am sleepwalking in your presence,

Whether it be natural or habitual,

And I read your words and recalled your conviction,

Then burned the lies and the pain,

Juxtaposed and closed and opposed and

I know this circle is a one way street.

I'd die if I saw you, die if I didn't see you there...

I'm gonna' steer clear, burn up in your atmosphere.

Hi.

I'm back home;

Icy, wispy, shattered home.

Smelly, messy, burning home.

Aorta.

She's winning again.

You better not read this.

I still take a look, though I know not why,
Because every other moment of the day is spent
Reminding, reminding myself of who you are,
What you stole.
You dirty thief.

So broken.

Drinking red wine,
Pretending I don't need Jesus.
Why do we do this?

A firecracker sitting on my headboard.
A time bomb in my heart.

I should just surrender to perfection.
Because I know it.

Back...

Oops. What does that mean?
Don't want it correlate,
But maybe it's too late.
Or maybe it's too early.
Just trying to be a poet now.
Don't try too hard,
I've learned the hard way.
Attempting to decipher what
It is I am thinking. Silly,
Yes? Everything is subconscious.
I believe in battleships,
And horse-drawn carriages,
Look after me and carry me home,
Then wash my feet and have me,
Don't just hold me.
I kill myself for entertainment,
Even in the busyness of hollow
Sockets of life.
A woah-oh-oh is necessary,
Just a gasp of air, expressing,
Well, whatever.
I wanna grow up.

Better is Your love.

Healer of my heartache,
Source of all my joy,
It comes from You.

Mountains will crumble,
Sunlight will fade,
Better is Your love.

Better is Your love.
Better is Your love.

'That no profound thought or clever rhyme
No soaring grand, melodic line
No theory, philosophy or sign
Can explain it
Can explain...

Where you are, I wanna be
It's your love that has changed me
I'd give the world, and all it's charms
For a moment in your arms
Better is one day with you
Than a thousand elsewhere


Now, no praise of man
No great acclaim
No humble looking kind of fane
No power, wealth or worldly gain
Could satisfy me
Could every satisfy'



No matter what happens, the truth shall always be the truth. And my prose is the fear. The fear of being human, living with loss. That tomorrow is momentous in my heart. Therefore, focus on the truth is crucial. Because He is the healer of broken hearts. You know, just in case. Apparently He can heal and comfort our insecurity too. For we are found in Him. And that would be nice. But I guess that will take time. As will wisdom. As will everything. I just want to be that girl. Some days I feel as though I'm on my way. Others I feel frozen and unsure. Maybe it will take my lifetime and it will always be a journey. That's a popular word these days. But if He made me so that he could love me and I am made to sing of how good He is, then so be it. Break my heart, if you must. For no theory, philosophy or sign can explain it - makes me wonder why I'm trying. I will never stop changing. And He is the changer. So I better hold tight. Gripping with a open palm. Open heart. Locked heart. Reflecting, as a provider He comes up trumps. This in my life cannot be denied. For it seems that I have never been denied. Proof of that is heightened only this past week. My sweetheart felt the rise of spirit; try and tell me it's not there. He's not there. No. I want to be all that I can be, for him and for me. But most importantly for Him. Remember that. If they took everything away would you still be His faithful princess? For ultimately that is all that matters. Because that is the only true inevitable. That is going to happen. If I've changed my life, accidentally on purpose, hold me, Father. This is my f5.