Poetry Of The Normal

I can't do this. I can't see it. I can't feel it. I can't, I can't, I can't. 

I'm wasting away my life. What am I standing on? What am I even standing for?

I'm lost, empty, and frustrated. I just want to run away...

Maybe I Should Fall In Love...

Sometimes, when I stumble upon someone I could consider falling in love with, I think to myself—

However deep that love might be, still deeper is the love with which God loves us.

However sweet and satisfying that love might be, ever more so are the pleasures of Christ.

And sometimes I conclude—I would rather fall in love with Him. 

So I suppose the right love is one that encourages/leads me to love Him more. 

Here's hoping&praying&longing...

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On a side note, I noticed that most of my output into the world is short, pathetic, cheesy jargon strung together by a cord of vain pride and almost-good intentions. My need for sanctification and cleansing through the blood of Christ becomes more apparent everyday.