Your silence will not protect you. Liquid runs through my bony fingers and drips to the floor it feels warm in my hands and heavy i try to hold it steady as it continues to beat as it continues to pound in my fragile hands which pull it towards my chest and i feel it throb against my body ignoring the fluid drizzling down. Allowing this heart to warm me up. I slept poorly the night after I posted this.

Of the clouds, In 2017. We had our own sky. By floating, And creating. We need to clear our visions? Or, we need to clear the clouds? The sky is there. And will be gone no-where,. Until we are gone! What is the ultimate reason. To clear the sky? Or, To clear the vision? What is the sky? What are the clouds? Which ones are mine? And, which ones are thy-ne? Everywhere, so that we care, and its no rare, to include the clouds, in our prayer? Be aware of the clouds! And feel free to in.

If you want to be a hero well just follow me. I woke up with no memory. All alone in my bed. I stared at the mirror. A strange feeling in my head. An ant crawled up to me. You must be The Giant Ant. She led me to her home. Too small for me to fit in. She gave me a potion. To help me slip in. I drank it all at once. I remained a giant ant.

KO Rural Mad As Hell Blog. Rural doctor, mom, writes poems, dance, sing. A place in your life, Sunday morning. Not every Sunday, but some Sundays. To work together on the tree house. I am supposed to listen. I am not your Facebook friend,. Posted in 7 sins and friends.

When deep down you know you are not doing what you should be doing and someone just reminds you that, results in us being angry. Aaj tumhe jo Khushi de raha hai,. Wahi tumhe kal gam bhi dega,. Khuda se na fariyad karna uski,. Kyuki khuda ke baad usi ka naam aayega. What matters the most, the small little things or the biggest of the things for a relationship to blossom? January 7, 2017.

The Inner Thoughts of An Extrovert. 8230;and so often we look towards the Heavens. To ask for fulfillment of our petty desires. And solutions for our smallest problems. Before we turn to look at ourselves. Ring truth in the ears of. Those once incapable of understanding,. Limp body hits sweat stained mat. But all he hears are police sirens,. Voices over a radio requesting dispatch units.

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For millennials seeking the abundant life of Jesus. Transparency about our brokenness is good. Into the Foolishness of God. As I write this on January.

Find your Passion, Nurture it, Enjoy it and Become it. Who are you? A body with such luscious curves and soft skin. Oh! Do you know your sole purpose of existence? January 7, 2017. How did I even make this far? I mean how could God be this insane to let a human like me get through these many years? January 3, 2017. 2017s house! December 30, 2016.

The old man was done packing- instead of leaving him satisfied, the emptiness of the house created a profound sense of loss. Wet balloons, and a heart beats.