| I will forget your name. Everyone has that name.
God is murdered in men. |
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| Could the sky fall down?
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can we hear better when we shut our eyes?
the powerful muscles that are like a living motor; the movements of heavenly bodies
can we fall off the earth? thunder is the noise.
this is it. is this it? it is this. we continue to grow or age. learning or biological clocks. but as this all happens we (hopefully) realize 1.) that we are loved; although even this is shaking as i wonder about the conditions our lives require. even im shaking as i wander through this life and 2.) how far we are from having it figured out. but this is now! and urgency results in more than late nights, and good times. even four breaths a day are a challenge to give. im never here anymore. i have nothing to define me anymore. i never understand anymore. when can i see face to face? When can i Be face to face?
OTHER GAMES
if the sky were made like a great dome, we should indeed wonder what keeps it up.
the sky could not fall down because there is really no such thing as what we call the sky.
nothing is more stupid than to talk of the “good old days”
fare thee well. |
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| ...ahh...what an amazing show...if i'd have known...i'd have payed for you to be there... |
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| Who requires this foofaraw in this life *1 a : to dance, skip, or caper with light quick steps b : to walk with light quick steps when my god promises peace that passes understanding. Though, I dont want to believe in Time, I still know I can only see in part. A dim reflection in a mirror. Looking through the wrong end of a telescope. A glimpse. A taste. *1 a : to peer through or as if through a crevice b : to look cautiously or slyly 2 : to begin to emerge from or as if from concealment : show slightly and I begin to understand why we look outside English. Why we look outside words for true communication. In other news: my tea box once was lost but now is found, was blind but now it sees. Praise god praise god praise god I used to love that song I used to love reminding myself of how terrible I am an unlovable wretch as the song goes praise god praise god praise god praise god and hey, the bible tells me so. So there. |
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