LIT 110

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Dauntless

I am love and I've got a thing for you. No matter how you run you cannot escape my grasp. Gonna have you forever. Then in the pit of despair the light you shine I will see and make a hearty laugh. I knew you wouldn't leave me. Gonna have you forever. They say I am so good and when compared to them maybe I am just a little better. But what kind of thought is that... "a good person". No one is good except the Lord and in my heart I will always believe that. No matter how far I run from Him and even try to hide, it will always be what I believe. Ha ha you with me in this dank pit, both of us are dirty and broken... me good? hahaha How can dirt be good and how can I not contaminate the purest waters. Of this I am sure and then cleave for the under blessed fun, of hope that never weeps. But that other Hope drags me along like a destroyed doll with no mercy or escape from the thoughts of future that bring to this meandering state of stillness. I pray you know where you are going and in the silence will hear of the places we need to be. For now you are my leader Hope, my master and my king. Because I am lost and feel there exists no place where I can hide. So now we run, and run forgetting the breathless gasps and the painful hints of exhaustion. I am actually dying. But I run to live. Through the dim forest I catch the bright afterimage of your face, your laughing and I can hear the echoes of that sound. It terrified me and I weeped so hard I couldn't breath as my body was still hanging limp from the shoulders of the one I clung to. Who was it that held me? Who was it that dragged me along with such thoughtlessness, I hated her. But her face was shapeless and she brought me nightmares and tiredness. I laughed at my own insanity, for surely she will not leave me to die in this wilderness. For surely we have yet to glimpse the sunrise and it will obliterate this darkness.  For now there are just shadows.

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