Some questions I’ve been asking myself as I think about publishing all my thoughts.

I thought you should hear this truth. Maybe I’ll start writing on this again

I was going up to my room to write for a while, but now I’m sitting on the stairs, listening to RUNAWAY by half•alive at 9:21 on 6.24.19. Lot of deep stuff about life going through my head, but I like the way the downstairs looks in the dusk light. I can’t explain it, comment if you understand or not

2.21.19

I don’t know if I’ve published this poem before, but I know it by heart. This week, I’ve been really thinking about how unworthy I am to be saved. Even now, I don’t know why Christ would die for me, even when I’m still hostile and so selfish. I don’t understand. I know that this should lead me to live a new life, like I’ve talked about before, but right now I’m in a funk, and I’m back in the gloom. Trying to figure that out. - 2.27.19

6.11.19 (almost 6.12.19, like in 33 minutes) - It’s crazy to think that God went ahead and died for all of us, even when a ton wouldn’t accept His Salvation. It’s right here in front of us, right now He’s offering to save your life and take you into His kingdom. Your world won’t immediately be fantastic, we must still rely on God to resist the devil’s schemes to lead us from having faith. We are not worthy, we will still stumble, but God will not let us fall, because He loves us and desperately wants a relationship with us.

This is a combination of a poem I wrote a couple months ago and a song I wrote a couple years ago. Last month, I painted something for art class, and in the description I described the bed to represent this idea of what is normal—a bed is a pretty typical thing for a lot of people, an everyday item—and how “our monsters” can hide under this mask of normality we put on. I think this poem goes along with that idea.