The Alcove

We're either trapped in ourselves or liberated by the truth.

You can run, but you will never be free.

Desolate Rest

I read something interesting someone wrote today:

"You can't run away from yourself and I learned that the hard way."

Oh, I wrote that.

Roots Dig Deeper Than You Think

You're the only one blooming in this dead field of flowers.

I'm Not Addicted

Slow down.
Why are you speeding?
Oh, you can't stop?
Well, I suggest you at least try now.
Want to know why?
Because the only way you'll stop is by running into that wall.
The wall no one likes to run into.
And then you'll be dead.
I don't think you want that now, do you?

Don't Think Too Much.

Someone take my head and rip it off my shoulders.

I think I could live without it.

I Would Have Never Known.

When you pray for me, little do you know you're praying for yourself.

The Monster Doesn't Live Under My Bed, It Lives Inside My Head.

I've created a void.

It's in my head, my mind.

A fictional world I do not belong in.

One the monster forms, not me.

Maybe if I drink of that water I heard about, the moster will flee.

But it's almost as if I drink that water just to spit it right back out.

Why can't I just swallow it?

Do I have the strength to defeat this monster?

No.

Do I have the power to defeat this monster?

No.

But He does and He will free me of this burden.

I just wonder when...