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These are long i know, but they fit my generality well. I may not have written it, but it never the less reflects what i feel, slightly.
Feelings, and feelings, and feelings. Let me try thinking instead. From the rational point of view, what new factor has H.'s death introduced into the problem of the universe? What grounds has it given me for ( Read more... )

They tell me H. is happy now, they tell me she is at peace. What makes them so sure of this? I don't mean that I fear the worst of all. Nearly her last words were "I am at peace with God." She had not always been. And she never lied. And she wasn't easily deceived; least of all, in her own favor. I don't mean that. But why are they so sure that all ( Read more... )

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.

Im far from lonely and its all that ive got.

Tell me of something thats special and i will listen.

Fine Print is as follows: I do not have to agree

Under the floor between me and the door
There's a presence I cannot deny
It's under the car between me and the stars
I see glory filling up the sky

And I’m certain that He hears me
He listens even as I sing my song
I'm emphatic that He's near me
And I can see His touch in everything here

Get ready, change is coming. Get ready, change is coming. Get ready. Get ready, change is coming. Get ready, change is coming. Get ready. Get ready, change is coming. Get ready, change is coming. Get ready.

Relearn to feel....somewhere i forgot about the feeling.

I'll lay my head back down. I'll ask you to come in the night and take me away. I'll ask you to take me to the shore and throw me in the sea. Let me struggle and choke. I will pray this if only you rescue me. You must rescue me. You are my only hope.