I am the angel of death
Wings
Wrapped around the community
Like a snake
Constricting until all life is gone
Devouring
Like a fat man and cake
Death
Comes inevitably
And on a lighter note:
Cleansed
I am cleansed
By God
The New Year
Brings a clean slate
That I can work on
I feel clean
For once in a very long time
Cleansed of impurities
And Sin
Wiped clean of my old self
Brought into the light anew
Love
Has conquered all
Like A Shimmering blade
Slicing away
At the face of the old
Ushering in the clean shaven new
Cleansed
At Last
Those are from the beginning of last year. I seem to be constantly doing battle with these dark thoughts but one way or another, Jesus picks me up and carries me, leaving only one set of footprints, but there always the two of us. I find my way back to him and I survive. I believe that no matter how hard it will get, that I will always have at least one person to get me back to where I am good again, Jesus Christ, My Lord, My Savior. And nothing will ever change how I feel but to deepen that faith...
Now, let me explain how I feel about this four letter word. That word that can change things for anyone anytime. It scares me, when I think about it it makes me feel like I am trapped in my own skin. and I fear that I will be trapped, and not able to experience life, and live the way I want, I don't want to feel guilty for doing something, unless I outright cheat, but that is if I am exclusive, but its also that exclusivity that scares me, I don't like distance, I like having the ability to be with you whenever I want or need, I don't want to feel like if I need you I can't get to you, or I can't reach out. But at the same time, I don't want things to get too regular, too routine. I want that when we talk its special, and not required, or expected. If I feel far away then bring me closer, but I want you to understand that I want us to be able to have lives apart from each other and that our time is not exclusively devoted to the other. Ok, there. Sorry if that was blunt...
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