And Creation Proclaims Praises.

Now listening to: the silent buzz in the air and the crackle under my feet

It's been a long time. It sure has and we both know it. What have you been up to? What have i been up to? Not much. That answer is probably the same for you (whether you're being honest or not).

i mean, i say, "not much," but that the answer i give to those who seem not to care or don't have the time to listen. If you're listening now, i would tell you this:

i'm sitting here at the illuminated computer screen wondering where the time has fallen. This is not to say, "wow, how time flies!" but to say, "oh man, time gets wasted somewhere in between..."

Wake up around noon every "morning", then proceed to lay in my bed as if i were paralyzed. How lazy. It is hard making myself believe that i have the power to change the world, especially when i can't even change the 100 ft. Radius around me. Stuff my greed of a hunger that tells me, "Eat while you can. You may never eat again." i always eat again. Don't lie to me, stomach. Lurk towards the computer to see who has sent ME some sort of message, without ever sending them one in return, or first. Feed an ego, starve a friendship. Read some sort of new, revolutionary book that tells me life is simple and, yet, so hard. Am i living that? Nope. How do i? Hmmm... Play the rest of the day like an album track on repeat. Talk about the latest idea i've had about why i'm so bitter about someone not doing enough with THEIR life (while secretly making excuses for mine).

Minutes. Hours. Days go by. Travel to Tennessee, jump 14 feet into a lake, stumble in the darkness, pray in fear, dream during slumber, visit a wedding, spend the wee hours talking of the most important things in life, take a ride to Michigan, meet new people, have a 22nd birthday, twirl my hair, sit in silence, spend endless hours in restaurants, sip on coffee, strum the guitar, stress about 30,000 dollars worth of loans, yearn to be homeless, confess fears to a beautiful girl, aspire to run after God and people, watch the clock click to 4 a.m., fall asleep on the floor to the birds who greet the morning again and again and again...

shalom