The truth is, I'm just another mutant kid. Fused at the wrists and hips, these scars will tell you how I've lived.

I've seen the Son's face, if it wasn't for His grace, I don't know how I would have survived this place.

Your songs reminded me that I don't always have to be strong, that my tears weren't always wrong. My Savior offers me haven from the demons that plague this place.

My home is dark and cold, but He set fire to my bones. He set my soul ablaze and I made haste to escape this dreadful place.

I've thrown away all my ammunition, put aside all my false traditions. I've canceled all my plans, I've proven the enemy as a scam.

And now instead of taking it out on my wrist, I've turned my gun to a fist.

it is far too difficult to fathom exactly how substantial the universe is. our observable universe consists of galaxies and other matter that we can figuratively speaking, observe in present day.

the word observable could quite possibly infer that we, as humans could embrace or have the privilege to witness contingence with these universes, which most literally, is in fact not possible.                                                  

but i my darling am so very privileged.
for not only can I observe this universe, but i also can embrace you,
this universe.

you, my love are my universe.
the milky way in your toes, stars in your eyes.
planets on your shoulders, and comets in your thighs.

i am oblivious to the fact that while you are mine, more than that,
you belong inside the intellect of the Lord, and i must appreciate you,
because like all things, you too, one day will disappear.
from the sky, from God's intellect, but moreover from my life.