That feeling like maybe you weren't thinking hard enough. Time to clear out some time, take a breather, and focus in a little harder. My heart just keeps beating faster and faster. In actuality and truth tonight we were running, hardly but enough to get away from them; and here I was heart pounding no breath but enough to barely scrape by. Who'd thought maybe the way I somehow comprehended (or interpreted) these recent experiences would manifest physically. They'll have no remedy for this diagnosis, so I'll keep pouring out the blood of Jesus all over me. I keep placing that bottle of man-made remedies from surface to surface...yet to break the seal and use. Do you think it will help? I do confide, it hurts, but praying, praying, and seeking I need more substance than a few slippery pills. They'll take pictures of my heart in the coming days, but will it capture the source of each beat, the motivation to keep that blood pumping? Lately I just know I'm alive. But I want to pull out this life of mine under a bright light and start marking it up. Colors, colors, brightly colored markers. Lines, circles, x's, notes, the way I see it and the way I'll go about exploring, revising, and continuing. And I kept looking all around but in familiar comfort I knew exactly where my gaze would reside. I couldn't really even be afraid even though I knew we were running. Maybe I'd just laugh at capture, I somehow wish someone was recording me tonight....and even my insides. I'd like to understand myself too. And now I am back at home in the quiet of the night, secluded but not alone. I know YOU'RE hearing me Jesus, I'm going to keep talking. In some shape or form I realize every person on this earth will have to feel this at one point or another. Created uniquely but some things we are not divided from, we can all have in common. Perhaps....unfortunately, this is not a heart to heart and I will go no further in explanation as to what it is I mean.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
bruised knees.
That feeling like maybe you weren't thinking hard enough. Time to clear out some time, take a breather, and focus in a little harder. My heart just keeps beating faster and faster. In actuality and truth tonight we were running, hardly but enough to get away from them; and here I was heart pounding no breath but enough to barely scrape by. Who'd thought maybe the way I somehow comprehended (or interpreted) these recent experiences would manifest physically. They'll have no remedy for this diagnosis, so I'll keep pouring out the blood of Jesus all over me. I keep placing that bottle of man-made remedies from surface to surface...yet to break the seal and use. Do you think it will help? I do confide, it hurts, but praying, praying, and seeking I need more substance than a few slippery pills. They'll take pictures of my heart in the coming days, but will it capture the source of each beat, the motivation to keep that blood pumping? Lately I just know I'm alive. But I want to pull out this life of mine under a bright light and start marking it up. Colors, colors, brightly colored markers. Lines, circles, x's, notes, the way I see it and the way I'll go about exploring, revising, and continuing. And I kept looking all around but in familiar comfort I knew exactly where my gaze would reside. I couldn't really even be afraid even though I knew we were running. Maybe I'd just laugh at capture, I somehow wish someone was recording me tonight....and even my insides. I'd like to understand myself too. And now I am back at home in the quiet of the night, secluded but not alone. I know YOU'RE hearing me Jesus, I'm going to keep talking. In some shape or form I realize every person on this earth will have to feel this at one point or another. Created uniquely but some things we are not divided from, we can all have in common. Perhaps....unfortunately, this is not a heart to heart and I will go no further in explanation as to what it is I mean.
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