My own world
Belongs to 2 different
Places
Where I once was
Where I'm now

I'm sitting under a crying tree
Praying no tears fall upon me
I can not believe what I can not see
So sing your tragic song

The horns blast in every field
The moon falls while mad men kneel
The cloaked ones who in fear ****
Will all cry and sing along

Call it glory
Call it misery
Call it faith
Call it empathy

Call it truth
But you know it's just a lie

Call it love
Fight the hate
Hide your tears
Behind the pain

Call it life
But you know it's just a lie

I want something that I cannot have. I cannot have it because I don't truly know what it is. I've seen it polished and propped as if it were on display and I've heard the stories of how much time and effort it took to make it look as such. But I want it. I want love. I want the idea of it at least.
I want the fights brought about by events simpler and less important than the time we wasted to have them. I want to be pained by the sight of her pain and know that the feeling of knives piercing my chest when I see her cry is there because I would literally drive them there myself, if only to prevent her tears.
I want our laughs to intertwine over the smallest things and our conversations to stretch our minds over the biggest. I want to see you sleep at night and I'll smile because I know that you're finally at peace. And I want you to smile when you wake up because you know that I'm fighting to make your reality better than your dreams.
I want love. I want romantic love, I want crazy love. I want passion. I want to pick you up in my arms and in that brief present get lost in your presence. I want to be in you when I am in you and have you wish that I would stay forever. I want to be in your heart and mind, and I want our love to be torturous and blind.
I just want love. I want the idea of it at least.

you said this song got you through a bad night
and I listened to the song on repeat
but what I really wanted to know about
were your bad nights
because I have those too and I wanted to know
if you mean the same thing as I do when I say
I had a bad night

I wanted you to tell me
about every bad night
you've ever had
so I could shoulder some of them
for you
(I've gotten used to carrying around
endless bad nights
in my back pocket
I'd barely notice the extra weight of yours)
lay it on me,
I can handle it

the songs that got me through my bad nights (and
days and weeks and months)
are precious to me
and I hold them to my chest like
you held me

and if that's how you feel about them too
then I love you for sharing them with me
(I'd love you anyways)
(I didn't think it was possible to love you more but
something always seems to happen and suddenly I
do)

and I'd never ask you to carry my bad nights for me
but I feel like you could
maybe
tame some of the wild that lives in them

there's no telling where
or who
we'll be tomorrow morning
but let's ride out this
bad night
together

The winds they whisper everything,
But tell me nothing.
Every sense I still can't feel,
is hidden in the trees.

I can't get lost in mother earth
If she spit me from her womb.
A rebel born,
In a universe with no room.

The earth herself,
The sky so unknown.
With no history of man
Has made us her home.

Something in the air chokes,
Like iron fingers on my throat
Oxygen enough,
Once fun to breathe
But as the fingers tighten I see,
A little red haze
The sky gone ablaze
A fire deep inside my lungs
The last breath leaves
Wind like a tease
Watching as all comes undone.

All ears willing to hear,
   let listen.
We must not only be
   hearers of The Word,
but doers of The Word.
This is a call to action.
let this not be a simple
   reaction of emotion.
It is time to set our lives in motion.
It is the day to live a new way.
A renewing of our minds.
Together we must say,
   "It is time to live a new way!"
Speak loudly, persuade boldly
store up The Word in your hearts.
Salvation is your reason.
In Jesus Christ is our redemption.
Love like it's repetition.
God as my witness, this is my mission.

Sometimes..
The best way to find Gods will,
   is to
remember what He brought you through

   in the adventure He bought for you.

Who knew?! That Jesus still loves you! through and through!
Before He even created you, Jesus knew what He would have to do to get a hold of you.