October 27, '04
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.
Sorry, I got nothing.
Father, Husband, Theological Dreamer, Web Designer, Photographer, Coffee Chugger... Jesus obsessed & dreaming of a better Christianity. It's kind of like listening to a cross between guerrilla radio and a street corner prophet with a bad case of tourettes.
