When the oceans rise and thunders roar,
I will soar with You above the storms.
Father, You are King over the floods.
I will be still, and know You are God.
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Monday, January 08, 2007
numb.
she watched.
and waited.
they walked..
aimless.
no feeling, no emotion.
she was back; she in me.
she gazed into the distance, looking past the horizon.
she stood still; in numbness she witnessed.
one after another, they left like the others.
no tears, no sadness.
it was but pure betrayal.
the repeated pounding of the drums; the resounding echo of broken trust.
then she paused.
and smiled.
she had never trusted in the first place,
hadn't she?
bliss.
one word says it all.
trust-and your utopia will never come to pass.
believe-and you carve out your weakness and breed fragility in your being.
follow-and you'll find your lift chugged cruely down the path of destruction.
the cycle follows.
an enervation of mind greater than any fatigue.
i don't need people.
i'm one imperfect bug myself.
one sole imperfectly moulded jar is enough to ruin a skilled potter.
adding one damaged soul upon another is most unimaginable.
she stands and from above she scans the masses.
no one.
again.
she knew that she'd never find one who would ever understand.
she, in me.
kye.
11:19 PM
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