Where do you get your values?
For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the...– Isaiah 55:12 (via rowlewis)
Christmas is dead →
Do it, get this. I wrote a song for this parody Christmas album.
Who is going to see the hobbit at midnight?
Oh but on my lips is a secret I can’t let slip. Forbidden love. After so long you’ve probably forgotten. Yet I can’t forget or let slip, the secret on my lips
Subjective perception is the mortal enemy of the silently tortured mind. Yes, I do believe I’m finally coming to grips with losing my mind. Or rather admitting it has long been lost. My psych minor hasn’t aided me because I spend much of my free time self-diagnosing or diagnosing everyone around. The mind is a beautiful, wonderful, fragile, resilient, and mysterious thing.
How must we sing thy praises When in the midst of the pit The bottom is endless How shall we come up for air? Lord I don’t feel enough to care Nor care enough to feel My heart is nowhere to be found All I know is what my mind is telling How shall we find you when ourselves we cannot find? Unless you pull me from this darkness, this pit will be home Death will be the only taste on...
I love fall/winter. My body does not, particularly my joints that stop working when it gets cold. Don’t care. Bring it Oklahoma weather.
Just when you think you know, you don’t. And sometimes when you think you don’t, you do.
And it’s like a record skipping on the spindle. The folly repeats. The fall ensues.
Direction is vital. Without direction sails full of wind are lost at sea.
Mistakes we knew we were making
I’ve stopped the whole social media thing because I felt an overwhelming need to waste my time. I’ve found that I have no more time now than I did then. Doesn’t quite add up but life seems to speed up uncontrollably if you let it. Pretty soon you’re heading some unknown place at a pace that’s just too fast. Another thing I noticed of myself is the importance I placed...
I am not the culmination of the things I own. I am not defined by what I have not. Life is more than food and things. When I am found wanting I shall rejoice, in abundance I shall rejoice. Give me neither riches nor poverty.
When I have kids one day (God willing), they will be home schooled.
In the quiet I wait and listen The 6 a.m. Drizzle light and rhythmic I am awake I wonder what today will bring And Why the stillness of this hour doesn’t stay The monsters lay in beds asleep But For now we are safe My neighbors haven’t awoken To their sad miserable existence They spend their days in Drunken stupor Smoking cigs they can’t afford Cussing at children...
Stop caring and be real. Life is too short to spend it trying to fill someone else’s shoes, yours fit fine. Run with it
What’s a pocket full of gold without a woman you could hold
lostinamerica: I’m so jaded, and I hate it.
The small victories as if they were big victories.
I’ll sit in the silence, wait Hear your voice Gone as soon as it came Again silent
Words no one will read
Far too often people focus on doing the right sort of thing instead of being the right sort of person. Be true to yourself. Who you are flows out into the things you do. Doing things to be someone else is counterintuitive. A friend of mine quotes Socrates often saying “An unexamined life is not worth living” Stop pretending and just simply be. Find yourself. Wherever and whoever that...
It’s 4 a.m. I should be asleep. Clearly I’m awake. Wide awake. My mind is racing constantly and I don’t know where to or from. I might be going a little crazy or perhaps every one in their right mind questions everything at different times. I wish I could have waited until I woke up to think. Night and morning are the quietest for me. It’s where my thoughts aren’t...
Let’s build a ship and push off to sea.
But where she used to say “I need you.” Now….”I don’t.” -Mewithoutyou