I will not call you useless; for I have seen you dream.

pictures can become stories,
tales of what was, and what is to come.
joy and pain.
life and death.


you see these eyes,
but you don't see the tears they've cried,
you don't see the horrible
things that they've seen.
you don't witness the broken
world the way these eyes do.
do you see the aftermath of
death?


you see this mouth,
but you do not know the harsh
words that are seeping from these
pale wicked lips.
you do not see the sword
that is my tongue.
have you heard the terrible remarks
and fruitless things that I would like
to take back?


you see these ears,
but have you heard the things
that they have heard?
the awful God-forsaken words?
things I wouldn't say to my worst enemies
or my worst friends.
have you heard the screaming?
all the cries for help?

you see my chest,
but you don't see my heart.
you cannot feel the way it beats,
the way it beats for you.
you don't know the way it bleeds
or the way it cries out for help,
in times that are so difficult,
I don't know how to carry on.


you see my pale skin stretched
across my fragile bones,
but do you feel the heat?
the cold nights, the tears that fall into my palm
you do not feel the hands
or the breathe on my neck.
nor the pain that this skin has endured.


and even if you do see it, you do not know it.
because this is me.
this is not you.
yet, we are all the same, somehow.
is some bizarre, indescribable way,
we are all the same.


I don't have much to show for who I am,
who I was, or who I will be in the future.

but I do have a record of wrongs.
and a very short list of things that I think
I've done right.

so if a picture is all you ever get from me,
please know that there is more that meets the eye.

please know that I am in pain,
and know that I am broken.

please know that one day these eyes will close forever,
these lips will never speak another word,
these ears will never hear another sound,
and this skin will know nothing but death and decay.

but until then,
please keep loving me.
because it is the only thing that gives me life.



think about it.

ramble on, sweet soul

I like how we take the time to build entire cities.
towering buildings. strong structures. beautiful sights. amazing skylines.

and the weather kills it all. brings the city to it's knees.
it reminds me how powerful God is. we cannot do anything and keep it up forever. He will intervene.
He will remind us that we are human. and that even we cannot build something that can withstand his power and might.

We marvel at our advanced technology and we are so proud of ourselves, and God just comes in and reminds us that we are ridiculously small compared to the rest of the universe.


It seems like He just comes and kicks us in the face.
but I doubt that's what it is.
after all, God doesn't kick. right?