home.

Were all lost souls searching for more, trying to find a place where we belong. Were seeking out comfort, looking for love in all the wrong places. Were killing ourselves trying to find a place to call home.  The truth is we'll never find it. We will never be satisfied. We are in this world, but we are not of it and because of this we will forever be seeking for more until the day were called home.

my broken hearts still beating

So I've got a past and maybe I can't erase my mistakes. I'm not perfect and I'm falling short all the time, but I'm accomplished and worthy; held together, just barely hanging on. My hearts a little beat up, broken and abused. If you peal off my mask you'll find I'm bruised. And so maybe I'm not perfect and I've made some bad mistakes, but I'm alive and breathing. My broken hearts still beating. My wounded souls still here pushing on. Let it go, leave this past behind. Take me and all my mistakes, take me in this torn up shape. I am still alive.

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a fool for a love - well if i'm a fool, then fine.

we are alive.

We will never repeat the same mistakes we've made knowing their outcomes - that's simply hypocrisy. We will move on, take what went wrong and turn it around for good. We are strong, stable, beautiful people. We refuse to be ruined by the troubles thrown our way. We are wise beyond our years, educated for wholeness and knit together with a complexity deeper than its seams. We are stronger and bigger than our troubles. We are not flesh alone; we're souls enveloped in an unchosen skin. We do not choose our destinies - we have not hand picked our fate. We are here, simply facing each new day; growing and moving on from yesterday - pushing on towards the promise of tomorrow. We are waiting, breathing, dreaming and believing. We are alive.

i have never.

sitting here right now, with one job and nothing to do during the day, no school, no classes, and as of late no friends who have no school or no classes.  i am bored out of my mind.  i have never felt so unproductive.