we live lives so close together and yet so far away.
moving metal boxes give us the illusion of separation,
and our houses set the boundary of privacy.

In the end, the great equalizer brings us all back to the soil.
We are united in death to be connected again to the earth,
but some of us want to be separate even in death and
decompose privately in a metal box.  

What are the boundaries that separate me from you?  
for a brief instant our lives touch as your eyes read my words,
and my heart touches your heart.  In that moment of connection,
we become little more free of the apathy and disconnection
that's all around us.

your worth is something no
one can't take from you. You are
unique and special and only Christ defines you

and he says you are
redeemed and
enough and

whole and
out of the ordinary and
royalty and
truly loved and
his child and
y**ou are worthy.

beauty does not come
in lipstick tubes,
in concealer,
in eyeshadow
and liquid eyeliner.

beauty isn't
perfection,
beauty isn't
fashion,
beauty isn't
grabbing everyone's attention.

beauty hides in
the soul of she who faced her fears
beauty hides in
the heart of he who is brave
beauty hides in
a joyful heart
beauty hides in
brokenness made new.

It feels much better that you won't feel a thing.

My hands are getting cold by holding this pain.

The sky is empty tonight as my eyes change to the mess I have made.

To the mess I have made..
To this mess I have made...
To this mess I have chased.

Heart beats steel feet never looked to the grave,
For I'm numb to myself I thank God for God sake!
GOD SAKE.... God wait ..please take the mistake,
My last name has become "the mess that I made.

To the mess I have made..
To this mess I have chased
To this mess I.....wait

I'm numb and it's better to be chasing the mess that I chased.

...breath
..breath my last breath to the fool I was and things that I made.

She stirs her coffee
He* m u  m   b    l     e      s,
stomach gRumBLes*
wrods fmblue

I am lost on nights like these
When a sudden rush collides within me
A hushed whisper at the back of my mind
That causes a ripple more forceful than time
A simple reminder of a simpler fact
That this world is nothing and I am of that
And if I can be of something whose worth has no prize
Then where do I stand on this list of grand size?

These nights leave me breathless- as I sink deeper away
Yet visually moving much further astray
My body may sink but my soul rises high
As I see through the view of a little bird’s eye

From the heights we are merely, a speck of dust
Incapable of emotions, no hatred, no lust
And if only distance can cause this view
It must be time for this world to work for something new

No longer to crave to be the greatest being
But to aim past the dreadful sense: seeing
No longer to care for physical things to hold
But to desire to leave your own touch, your own mold
To know that this is not a piece of clay
But an action, a thought, a word that you say
That may change a life and ripple to more
Each leaving a mark or opening a door
That allows more to enter without having to knock
We are now moving mountains, not pebbles, not rocks

If we all work together for a greater one
Then maybe, just maybe, this world will not be done.