Drowning in these thoughts again,
Good friends with gills now were selfish.
You slipped I slipped that's what these hooks do they **** us from our lying lips.
My words stand over me sometime I guess that's why you don't understand this.
I just Can't stand trips! I fall worse then august in this thoughtful seasons.
Rowing threw my head my actions propose to some of these guilt trips.
..now I'm sea sick.
But all life's puzzles will fall in to pieces. I asked to come and walk with you on these thoughts with faith so I may be descent.

As you calm me...my words whisper
"There's no greater friend other then Jesus".



Just to be honest, even now my knees creases.