book of the faith

i remember how different people are. and yet they all say the same thing.
"you don't have faith in him"

and it's not that i don't have fatith in him, and it's not that i don't trust him, and it's not that i don't love him enough.

i do, i really do.

it's not that i can't look far and have no clue as to where we could be. it's just that i don't see it ending.

and it's not that i can chime those things with such confidence that it will surely happen, because we'll never know what He has in store for us. and i trust that whatever happens is what He knows is best.

book of the soak

monday, feb 2nd

sat in the shower with a throbbing headache. all i was feeling was just a sense of disappointment. not at anyone or at any of the predicament i was in. just at myself.
i shouldn't sweat at the small things, or divulge and get too deep into anything that shouldn't be bothering me. but i just do.

if any of you can tell me at least how, to digress and not let any of this bother me, please do.

it just felt like a long morning. and i just sat there letting all the water soak me thinking, god, you're such a disappointment. you turned out to be everything you thought you'll never be.

but all is well.

10:15 a.m

the day is going good, so far.

book of the soul

you just make me feel everything

all at once.

and maybe it wasn't just enough, to tell you everything beyond the constellations, or to stay within your warm embrace

but i can tell you it's enough to make me feel complete.

and it's like i missed you much after i went off that night that i still feel like i could reach out to you in my sleep. and in the morning when i woke up i could still feel the bliss flowing through my veins.

you just make me feel everything

all at once.