Lots of thoughts have been running through my heart. Waiting for something to come together, that I can offer to you. Plenty of passion, yet there are so many different avenues that I struggle with running down. I doubt I could travel down any one of them for much longer than a sprint. People from the past are making their way back into my story. Wishing I had held then that which is finally in my grasp. Never have I felt so misunderstood, but I guess that is the price of growing older and more set in my beliefs and behaviors. I feel saturated in feelings of both deep love and intense confusion. Where are the people who won't try and force their way of life upon me? I need to rethink and relearn how to breathe all over again. My soul is ready to find a quiet place and be restored. Is what I have right before me made up of the things that I have been longing for? Why do the pages of this next chapter that is being written in my life waver so frequently between seeming so real, yet so strange and foreign only moments later? To be touched is to feel my burden lifted, just when I was needing it most. Set me apart. Set me aside. Set me beyond all that weighs me down. For those who mean to help are only setting me in my new ways of life. You cannot form the paths of those you know for your own peace of mind. They must be allowed to walk where life has led them thus far. The struggle to remain in control will only expose you far more greater than what you anticipated. Learning to leave them (and us) alone is a skill mastered by few. You don't get to control us any more. Loosen your grip and set us free. I for one could use that sort of freedom right now.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
.: full life :.
Lots of thoughts have been running through my heart. Waiting for something to come together, that I can offer to you. Plenty of passion, yet there are so many different avenues that I struggle with running down. I doubt I could travel down any one of them for much longer than a sprint. People from the past are making their way back into my story. Wishing I had held then that which is finally in my grasp. Never have I felt so misunderstood, but I guess that is the price of growing older and more set in my beliefs and behaviors. I feel saturated in feelings of both deep love and intense confusion. Where are the people who won't try and force their way of life upon me? I need to rethink and relearn how to breathe all over again. My soul is ready to find a quiet place and be restored. Is what I have right before me made up of the things that I have been longing for? Why do the pages of this next chapter that is being written in my life waver so frequently between seeming so real, yet so strange and foreign only moments later? To be touched is to feel my burden lifted, just when I was needing it most. Set me apart. Set me aside. Set me beyond all that weighs me down. For those who mean to help are only setting me in my new ways of life. You cannot form the paths of those you know for your own peace of mind. They must be allowed to walk where life has led them thus far. The struggle to remain in control will only expose you far more greater than what you anticipated. Learning to leave them (and us) alone is a skill mastered by few. You don't get to control us any more. Loosen your grip and set us free. I for one could use that sort of freedom right now.
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Dave, As you do often, you blog well in journalist and peotic form. Freedom...one of Gods grandest themes. You are as free as you let yourself be. Ignore those who come with a cage in hand.
ReplyDeleteAs always with great respect,
Mark