Beauty in Distress

Our better days are ahead, buts he doesn't hear. The dog has tired us in circles. We chose this leg, said we could stomach the foaming, the mean streak, said something about not minding the cold. And isn't that just like us? I heard of a girl who set out to bury her brother, found she couldn't lift him, so lifted a knife to her body instead. It isn't the same thing at all. Now two bodies uninterred. -Erica Wright

I am sincerely sorry about the delays in my posts. I have been experiencing some serious technical issues. To all my faithful fans please bare with me till I sort out the problem. Nonetheless as soon as I can post I will. till then remain blessed.                                                                                                                     -JayB

Your skin is beautiful.

False Evidence Appearing Real. 2 Timothy 1:7, For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. This were just words to me. I never really understood it, it meant nothing to me. Just another Sunday school verse. I feared night, I feared day. I feared death I feared life. A shadow of myself I wasn't living. Misconceptions of religion had me bound. His grace eluded me. I knew Him yet I didn't know him, he was just an estranged lover. Someone taught to children with feeble minds that needed a perfect epitome of love. I didn't understand his love so deep. Or all that he gave and made available for me on the cross of calvary. For this reason, fear had my soul, tortured my mind, dented my persona. With time depression creeped in because I was living in regret. Regretting that I hadn't truly lived in his grace, done the exploits I was meant to have done or over come the hurdles in front of me. I would cry and say I would do...

They say if you stare into the water long enough it will start to call you. The same way if you refuse to step out of your comfort zone you will never have lived. Trying to find mistakes in the tiles I got lost in the water. Looking more inviting than ever, she started to call me. I'm thinking about life. About the things we were made to believe as children. Logical reasoning says to question everything till valid proof is laid. So, is the truth really the truth? We were all imprinted on believe it or not. Those who raised us marked their beliefs on and in us, engraved on our hearts. It's what has given us character our identity. But as we grow we start to question everyone of them, but sentiments doesn't really allow us to drop some of them. I'm not sure whether the lyrics flow, I don't think I'm even consistent. The message is really this. When you start to find your way, to restructure your mind, insanity is near, right besides depression because not ev...