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I feel so under-creative right now, it's almost laughable. Here I sit, imbibing the goodness of a local coffee shop, listening to some good tunes, and trying desperatly to write a "script" for a stations of the cross experience happening on good Friday. Even with deadlines my creative spark remains under a basket, or possibly behind ...
I lie next to you, watching you sleep, Hearing our breath fall into sync And I love it. For a million hours I could stare at the ceiling Never thinking of leaving; Your next to me. A soft face pictures capture so well now inches sway from these waiting lips. Softly I kiss This lovely image in my care.
There is this nifty e-zine called Next Wave that I have been enjoying for a few months. It's all about church and culture. The March issue is up, and it features an article by yours truly (Aaron Smith). Go check out the whole publication.
I guess someday I will see, just like the old men said to me. So will it all look the same? Will it finally look like a normal life? Here in these moments that take years to accomplish I find myself at a loss for words, or maybe just wishing someone was around to hear that feeling alone always makes me tired. But they ...
Slowly, my heart starts to hurt. A continuation that years of distraction merely delayed. Some vague memory stirs the pit that my soul feels. Some face brings back what I hoped could forget... those that I hoped would forget. Are they the someones I forgot? Sweet Lover, hold my soul.
