Sunday, May 18, 2008


I miss her. You see I've known her long enough to know that I miss her. It's a strange thing. I know I won't know her long enough. I know she will leave and things will be hard. I'm trying hard not to miss her. Trying very hard. I know I can't see her much now, I want to. I feel awkward because I'm to the point where I want her to talk all the time, to tell me everything that flows in the beautiful mind she has been granted by my God. I feel awkward because I feel as if I have nothing to add and I'm only sitting around listening. I feel awkward because I sit and listen as she plays battleship with friends. I feel awkward because I don't want it any other way. I feel awkward because I must seem awkward to her. I am alright with that. Things don't have to be different. It's not really awkward for me, I'm just paranoid.


The place for the poems and the intrigue of a man's fight to end slavery, big and small.


All written in this place is for me. I have a deep longing to share everything. To never hold any thought for myself. If you stumble upon this and enjoy, I'm glad. If you stumble upon this and dislike, I'm sorry.


His purpose was to save us not from pain and suffering, but from meaninglessness. -Erwin Raphael McManus

Some want to live within the sound of church or chapel bell; I want to run a rescue shop within a yard of hell. -C.T. Studd

Religion exists not because God loves too little, but because we need love so much. In the end, all religions misrepresent God. They either dictate requirements for love or simply become a requiem for love. -Erwin Raphael McManus