glue

We’re born, we live, we die. The grave is silent and time hasn’t stopped so far. Civilizations rise and fall, cultures flourish and then vanish a moment later. The reality of being an infinitesimal human in an infinite space forces us to strip existence to the reality of a moment… The shoddy justification of a false motive. The touch of cardboard. The application of more make-up on a day when you feel ugly. The irritation caused by a fogged window. Meeting a stranger’s eyes. Tasting something bitter. Sometimes this grand over-simplification is enough—carrying us from one moment to the next—minutes of programming that somehow sustain us over bridges of senseless advertising. And sometimes it isn’t enough.

How does it not all fall apart? The connections are so weak…the strands so thin. Somehow my chest keeps rising and falling in steady breath, and somehow the planet keeps turning. Where is the glue? How does it all hang together?

what I need

Lately I've been waking up with an uneasy feeling, from dreams that are either strangely sexual are just odd and frightening. My relationship with my family is tense and taut, my school work is struggling when it shouldn't be, my job stresses me out when it isn't difficult, I don't work out when I know I should, and it seems like people are just looking for ways to hurt me....

I need to turn my eyes upon Jesus...it's been too long.