Million

There’s a trouble that comes when you leave the dream. Like you were chasing a utopia that existed before you, wanting to be a piece of the puzzle. Yet all along you were and are, but you couldn’t see the picture because you are part of it. A tree in the forest, not the photographer taking some pictures. So what to do when you meet the wolf you’ve been crying out is coming for so long, but just to tame, kill or become part of the wolf pack, leaving the trees and wisps behind?

The worst part is that I’ve been using lifelines and phone a friend, when all along I probably just needed a 50/50.

Poll the audience; how $#@!’d are we now?

And how do I stop from restarting this bloody cycle of hunt, search, find and replace?

Is Stillwater truly the best?

How many bubbles does it take to keep from drowning?

And where is that carbonated baptism take-home.

Catch me? I don’t know if this is the day…

Everything I’m avoiding is just pushing me more towards. Where do you find peace but at home in the silence or walking in the dark?

And why lord, can things not go according to the plan you had for me, when I wished just for the same?

Pray big. Pray out. Pray hard, and maybe, stop praying to yourself. *Sigh* maybe always there’s that voice.

Take it over take it back, take it but don’t have a heart attack.

And don’t. Don’t forget it, you’re giving yourself stress, and probably a cancerous undertone where you so so deep that you battle the bubbles that are saving your life. Amen, hallelujah, just do whatever you do, very well, very honest, very real. Like true faith, like clear faith, like clarity.