Saturday, September 24, 2005
There are times in my life (and maybe yours, too) where everything seems oddly profound. Every musical note and phrase is completely and utterly sonic, resounding like no other song has before. Every landscape is a beautiful and amazing painting. Every word, sentence, paragraph, sermon, note, card, or monologue is utter truth, ready to be quoted into everything I do. Life is screaming at me, full-lunged, daring me to pay attention, as if it knows I'm not quite ready.
I do not understand the gospel of Jesus Christ
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Sometimes you just can't talk to anybody about anything. Not that they wouldn't care, or that what you want to talk about is bad, but that it's just not fitting to talk to people. It's all so intertwined and involves everyone, and I'm not about being honest with anyone right now. Underneath I'm pissed at everyone. Including God.
It's almost as if I can feel everything just eating away at my brain. It has no place to run, so it creeps inside and hides. and perhaps it rots.
my world is falling apart
It's almost as if I can feel everything just eating away at my brain. It has no place to run, so it creeps inside and hides. and perhaps it rots.
my world is falling apart
Monday, September 19, 2005
my jealousy is completely out of control
Sunday, September 18, 2005
can you have a quarter life crisis? I think I'm having one right now. I might have said this before at some point, but this time it's for reals.
It's amazing how far you can drive on a familar route, even while crying.
"Is this the New Year, or just another night?
Is this the new fear, or just another fright?
Is this the new tear, or just another desperation?
Is this the finger, or just another fist?
Is the kingdom, or just a hit and miss?
I've missed direction, most in all this desperation
Is this what they call freedom?
Is this what you call pain?
Is this what they call discontented fame?
It'll be a day like this one, When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
I'm singing this one, like a broken piece of glass,
For broken arms and broken noses in the back
Is this the new year, or just another desperation?
You push until you're shoving,
You bend until you break,
Do you stand on the broken fields where your fathers lay?
It'll be a day like this one,
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
Is there nothing here worth saving,
Is there no one here at all,
Is there an night life,
that could break our fall?
It'll be a day like this one,
When the sky falls down,
And the hungry and poor and desserted are found
Are you discontented?
Have you been pushing hard?
Have you been throwing down, this broken house of cards?
It'll be a day like this one,
When the world caves in,
When the world caves in,
Is there nothing left now?
Nothing left to sing?
Are there any left now, who haven't kissed The Enemy?
Is this the new year, or just another desperation?
Ah... Does justice ever find you?
Do the wicked ever lose?
Is there any other song, to sing beside these Blues?
And nothing is okay, Till' the world caves in"- Switchfoot
It's amazing how far you can drive on a familar route, even while crying.
"Is this the New Year, or just another night?
Is this the new fear, or just another fright?
Is this the new tear, or just another desperation?
Is this the finger, or just another fist?
Is the kingdom, or just a hit and miss?
I've missed direction, most in all this desperation
Is this what they call freedom?
Is this what you call pain?
Is this what they call discontented fame?
It'll be a day like this one, When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
I'm singing this one, like a broken piece of glass,
For broken arms and broken noses in the back
Is this the new year, or just another desperation?
You push until you're shoving,
You bend until you break,
Do you stand on the broken fields where your fathers lay?
It'll be a day like this one,
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
Is there nothing here worth saving,
Is there no one here at all,
Is there an night life,
that could break our fall?
It'll be a day like this one,
When the sky falls down,
And the hungry and poor and desserted are found
Are you discontented?
Have you been pushing hard?
Have you been throwing down, this broken house of cards?
It'll be a day like this one,
When the world caves in,
When the world caves in,
Is there nothing left now?
Nothing left to sing?
Are there any left now, who haven't kissed The Enemy?
Is this the new year, or just another desperation?
Ah... Does justice ever find you?
Do the wicked ever lose?
Is there any other song, to sing beside these Blues?
And nothing is okay, Till' the world caves in"- Switchfoot
