Home: Life in Pictures

I’m moving out of my home soon and it’s been a struggle to accept that. It’s rare to find somewhere that you feel completely comfortable, happy, and has your unique touches to it. This home, in particular, has been very special to me… It’s been my solace in a very challenging 2 years.

Of course life gets messy,

Of course life gets messy,

you get a little dirty in a variety of ways.

But this was somehow more 

I have felt like I am at a standstill.

I have felt like I am at a standstill.

STUCK

STUCK

I thought I had all my garbage put together

I thought I had all my garbage put together

just to find it overflowing

just to find it overflowing

Sometimes, it's okay, even good, to watch life go by.

Sometimes, it’s okay, even good, to watch life go by.

but really, I had given up on a lot of things

but really, I had given up on a lot of things

All the coffee

All the coffee

And all the chocolate in the world didn't fix it.

And all the chocolate in the world didn’t fix it.

Cause I just couldn't measure up to standards I thought had been set for me.

Cause I just couldn’t measure up to standards I thought had been set for me.

I felt like my path was being blocked, again and again.

My path was being blocked, again and again.

And disappointments seemed to follow

And disappointments seemed to follow me

my hope was dying

dreams and hopes started to fade

But things have begun to clear, and hopes are being renewed.

But things have begun to clear, and hopes are being renewed.

Because as I look at the Son, I can see, and feel, much more clearly.

Because as I look at the Son, I can see, and feel, much more clearly.

And now, my struggle is renewed. Moving will not break me, but grow me.

And now, my struggle is renewed. Moving will not break me, but grow me.

I'll miss you Apartment D

I’ll miss you Apartment D

If you can’t see very far ahead… Go ahead as far as you can see – Dawson Trotman

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HE says i am alive

Everyone’s a terrorist at heart,

vile- the core of humanity-

wrapped in self-justification

of morbid worship-

always, always dead.

Don’t you say it.

Don’t you say I’m wrong-

look inside- it’s there! the corpse,

leaking, oozing immorality.

HE says its not in me,

but I say,

zombie.

Lurking there, beneath my skin.

Decomposed at the core,

trying, once again,

to rise.

HE says I’m clean,

pure as untouched snow.

HE claims HE sees within,

and roars life into my lungs.

In and out-

until it becomes habitual living.