Made with Paper
Made with Paper
Now, fall asleep, Hop into it, these blatant circumstances.
But the fear of the night seems illegitimate,
To falter by virtue of midnight visitations and early morning wakes.
But the fear of these dreams appear to be my fate.
Dreamless nights, where have you been all night?
In trembling, these eyes wake
And this body tries, with all its might
To focus, channel the mind’s fleeting thoughts,
To fight.
“On broken wings, I’m falling and it won’t be long”
For Thy will to be my song;
For Thy grace to render me strong
That these fears, no longer will prolong.
These fears, bluntly stated.
To wonder, if longing reciprocated.
Understand, these thoughts be eliminated.
And instead, to Your grace, be related.
Exhausted, I fall to my knees.
“If my heart has one ambition,
If my soul, one goal to seek,
This my solitary vision,
‘Til I only dwell in Thee.”
Imagine you are all alone in a desert island and it is pitch dark. What do you think you’ll see? An ode to the dim lights of the night brought to life by amazing trickery of lenses, dollies, leds and a lot of patience. This is nothing short of a sixth sense to appreciate the complex beauty of nature.
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10.10.10
Magic does exist.
It’s birthed and carefully crafted in the context of real and honest relationships.
The same haunts with dissimilar partners
all in efforts of eradicating
memories of the ones past
in hope of creating clean canvases.
With Eyes on Fire, Promises were made
only to see the Inevitable
forcefully placed in your grasp.
So What are Words
if Kids was what it made you both.
Now arises the need to grapple with Consequence
and have Trouble Sleeping as a companion.
The Running seeks to dampen desire.
Now, fall asleep, Hop into it, these blatant circumstances.
—C.S Lewis (St. Augustine)
(Source: yearslater, via quote-book)
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My will, should have been Yours
Ashamed, I fall to my knees
Jesus, help me, please.
Like crystals, that’s how
it should be from now
teeth grinding, heart racing
tilted
“It’s enough to know that everything will be alright in the end”
Yes, the knowledge of that brings comfort
Oh, how terse it was.
Early morning wakes completely unbearable
Without voice, without warning
Sudden. Blow in the chest.
Then, down on my knees.
And wonder, question
when it isn’t my place.
Acceptance, of circumstance?
To make it gradual.
A gradual natural, but slow.
Jesus, with tears today, I said “okay.”
My resolve is wearing thin (yet again hello familiar friend)
“What is true surrender of will?”
Please, make tomorrow better. I beg you.
Watch this slip
It’s all these small allowances that you make
Summed up in compromise.
These oh-good-times stored up for worst
Referring isn’t going to change anything.
“One day, you need to decide if you can find someone who’ll take your past and make it all new.”
Odd, this word decide.
Said from experience. She’s found and been renewed.
Trauma
Oh to never feel like that November again. Any resemblance and the feet will be quick on the pavement.
Oh, dreamless nights.
Let’s meet tonight.
OPEN LIBRARY, my new found love.