every sunday morning
he speaks 
and i nod, smile, agree
mastering the lie.

it has become a game to me.

i am lonely
         insecure
         and dangerously close to desperate. 

while walking around furman, i was hoping for a magical feeling. or, perhaps, a sign from God. i'm not picky.

unfortunately, reality refuses to provide exactly what i want. there was no special spark.

don't get me wrong; i really liked it there.

but the more i think about it, the more i realize that i am enamored with college rather than any ( Read more... )

i think that sometimes being a christian is so overwhelming that we simply opt not to be one at all.

today i played guitar for complete strangers,

because they asked me to

i am glad i did.

stop wishing your time away

live in the now.

random, random, random.

that was weird.

here's to a better school year.

drink up, we have a long way to go.

can two dreams be combined to make one reality?

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