What if when we met people, all we saw was their heart, how would that change the way we relate to those we pass by everyday. How different would the world look?
… breaking point
not sure how to keep going
the days seem to be taking longer
time feels like its irrelevant
winter are you coming or going?
there is no more reason, yet there is every reason
how to stay, when nothings changed in so long
You are so close, yet I'm out of reach
aware of You near, though I admit I ignore You still
sometimes it feels easier to turn away
my face goes numb, my heart grows still
I'd crumble if I heard You say my name
I've tried to give up, but my heart is caught
I can't walk away, I have no where else to go,
but I don't know how to stay anymore
I'm stuck
rolling down a hill,
people passing by
no one looks up, I'm not wearing the right frame of expectation
wherever I turn, oblivion
I close my eyes to find I'm still not alone
but I'm not ready to acknowledge that You were there all along
that part must still be coming,
this story cant be done…
I ask myself, does my life scream my heart's ache, or does this life scream into my heart?
I can't answer that right now, but as long as my heart aches for love, freedom and justice…
I'll stay
