time walks.
giant steps
carving
an absence,
a heart shaped
niche.

time walks.
rosary stones
ground
into nothing.
not an echo
nor a breeze.

Big city, big lights
Fast cars on fast lanes
Little ants moving so quickly
As if moving in another dimension of time
Trying to find that paved road that leads
To their aspirations and dreams
Searching for life purpose it may seem

There is another road, a dirt road
That leads to simpler times
Where a magic spell is woven
A timeless place has awoken
Where one can waltz with the stars and moon
Lips part and a stolen kiss shared
Taken to heights to soar and perhaps swoon
Observe nature and jot down lines
I will take that dirt road every time

For those whom live Psalms91 Life's here on the earth everyday.
God opens your eyes to the senseless killings of the innocence.
My heart breaks for those that are killed needlessly by evil one.
For I watch true life stories of evil people whom are being lead.
By the demons themselves killing needlessly those without cause.
But Christ is leading many as well, protecting them from them.
He that dwells in the secret place of the most High, shall abide Psalms 91;1-3
Under the shadow of the most Mighty.
I shall say of the Lord he is my refuge and my fortress.
my God in him shall I trust.
Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler
as well as the noisome pestilence
For these lines spoke my life thus far here on the planet earth.
For I have faced death many of times yet still I am here my friend.
Look back on your life and you shall probably see the very same thing.

I never expected to fall back in.
I suppose jumping is the real word, because I've always been a headfirst without thinking kind of girl.
I've always called it fearless, the words forever tattooed into my ribs, scar tissue raising so that his hands graze it when they touch me,
But oh dear God am I terrified as I make room for my things in his closet
Take a breath and store my makeup under his sink.
This is the first time in forever I can say that I wish I wasn't jumping headfirst.
I am frightened I am falling, forever the fearless female
Now a pile of lovesick mess on the living room floor I share.