Revised Thoughts Of Life

I'm alive.

It is good to be awake on a morning I otherwise would have not have been aware of, were it not for the good and bad. Both are anchors that pull at me but the beautiful thing is they do keep my grounded.

Both good and bad have purposes and ways they help propel and give purpose.

I'm almost afraid to be myself because I have no clue who I am. It seems like I have just been living in this self focused and self obsessed life forever. The last time I was genuinely happy was when I was doing something that had nothing to do with my own personal happiness or contentment.

So few thoughts can make the sort of sense that you do.
Every word you speak is another synonym,
a meaning of life that is only trite
when I stop to realize the malice
that can only be in absolute fallacy.

Every whispered word at night
followed by such weak sighs,
it is disconcerting.
Are you already tired of playing Jesus?
It hasn't even been a week yet.
You have to be a bit more apt
if you want to play this mindless game.
God love you
because I sure do not.