Now contemplating: Irristible Revolution by Shane Claiborne
Now listening to: "As Far as the Eye Can See" by People in Planes

I'll have to sell my soul to you and that's just to pay for its renewal...

As i approach time and time again, i never come to the time where light is shed in my mind.

I'm losing control... Falling by the wayside...

As i leave a conversation and thousands more, i only hear the passion that spurs on anger. Not the passion of hope. i try not to let myself lose hope.

I'm losing control... Falling by the wayside...

As i lead my eyes across the pages, i let my heart open, so that it may bleed to its Creator. Truth belts out melodies of pain, wretchedness, love, and beauty. Tears of wretchedness make me feel disgusted and unworthy-- hiding as if ashamed like Adam. Tears of beauty make me feel loved until i can't be loved anymore and then some-- like the woman who had very little to give.

I'm losing contol... Falling by the wayside...

This morning sun is jumping to the clouds faster and faster. Not to remind me of how ugly my life was without it, but to remind me of the hope of a beautiful life in the present.

shalom.