Do you ever feel like
God is holding an ocean in his hand
deep and blue,
all of us inside it.
We get tossed around when the storms come,
separated and lost.
So suddenly it feels hopeless,
as if we'll never find each other again.
Then we sink deeper and deeper...
but we don't drown.
Somehow we don't drown.
Something holds us back
and keeps us above the surface.
Gently we rise up into the glittering sky
and realize that when He turns it upside down
it was where we were all along.

Why are you so afraid, girl?
What are you afraid of?

The leaves are still.
The sun is shining.

Her watch keeps ticking,
every second passes her by.

The notes keep their trill,
as they reach higher and higher.

What are you so afraid of, girl?
Get moving.

I felt
the strings
pulling me
to each
and every
human soul.

We were
connected
in one
unbreakable
web.

No longer
fragile
and
weak.

I felt each
and every
thought
emotion
ambition.

We were
no longer
separated.

Our strings
came together
and we were
one.

I do
want love.

It just doesn't want me.

They say
if you do not act normal,
then you are crazy.

They say
if you act differently,
if you think differently,
if you talk differently,
than others...
something is wrong with you.

We feel as if we should act
a certain way every day
when we wake up.

Yet we have the freedom
to act any way we want.

If I go around yelling
anything I want
they'll take me away
and diagnose my wrongness.

Then if I begin
speaking the way they want me to,
acting the way they want me to,
they will say,
"Oh so you were just pretending to be crazy?"
And I'll reply,
"Pretending?"

"I was just being free."

My soul thirsts for You
an unquenchable,
heart wrenching
thirst.
But how do I find You?
I follow the streams
all day and all night,
I sip the pristine water
until I feel I am about to burst.
Yet my soul still feels
this abundant and unquenchable thirst.
God, I just want to be with you.

As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living
God.
When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food
day and night,
while men say to me all day long,
"Where is your God?"
(Psalm 42:1-3)

Sunlight reflects off of the water, clear as glass
A leaf slowly descends and the ripples move away.
When summer stars and bright bugs emerge I lay on grass,
life curls around me, around my fingers it will stay...
for now.

In the blistering boiling scalding steaming heat,
Everything is so slow...I feel only half-alive.
but this summer sweat has never tasted so sweet,
into this season, without looking back, I dive.