My heart

I have played the game of love, and once again I have lost. I have had my heart ripped from my chest, in what seems a thousands times. But, I do not hold a position on true valence. Instead, I have done the same many of times to others. It is the lord perhaps delivering the same disposition that I have given others. I am sorry. My heart is soft and tender, beating on the same promises of the future.

My eyes gaze forward into the blinding light. My answers are there, beyond the horizon, beyond my conceptions. I have been the tailor of my fate, I have fabricated the destiny that my life has taken. I shall now take responsibility (I pray). I stand but a man upon God's world.

Fucked up love

Well since the last post very interesting things have developed in my life. The same night of the last post, my life simply became more complex, in a way that i could have never expected. Just when I thought I was finally going to be able to free the grip that messy situations had a strangle hold on. In the end, my single problem was multiplied and exacerbated. Now, I find myself left with a bag filled of emotions the likes of which I am not sure I have ever had the un-pleasureful experience of dealing with. On a different note, my life with God has became better. I have had time to take into account many of my previous beliefs and teachings. Now I pray that my Shepard will deliver me through these troublesome times....