breaking the rules

feels like freedom and grace to me.

and no, tattle-tales, i'm not talking about moody rules. (you're such a joke.)

do you know where i come from?

do you?

do you know where anyone comes from?

but seriously, what are your assumptions?

because,

you might

be wrong.

so

so

terribly wrong.

in your black-and-white and simple and this-is-so-obviously-clear world.

WRONG.

if God gives us what we need when we need it, why don't you?

dear right-brain,

you have 51 days left.

better make the best of it because come december 15th, i am dropping you like its hot.

and it WILL be hot, because i'll be in puerto rico.

(bitches.)

i expect many questions will be answered then.

religion:

something, anything which makes us feel either good or bad; ok or not; accepted or rejected. it is our systematic way of coping with the unknown.

WE WORSHIP IT.

comfort abounds when you know me and aren't trying to prove to me who you are or who i am. when we are. together.

hold me up when my soul is deep deep drowning depths.

lift up my chin.

there is much to see.

take me there, where you can see it and touch it on your skin.

let all my senses be enchanted.

enchanted by God, yes God even, if that's what he put into motion.

just don't let my soul ___________

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call the doctor, my heart is feeling ill.

i hope

that i'm naive

that i'm wrong

because i hope that i have a reason to have hope.