that explains my thought process tonight. ^
i don’t even know.
i think i could blab for hours, but i don’t necessarily want to.
so eager, yet so flustered.
so hopeless, yet so hopeful.
so determined, yet so feeble.
so mentally stagnant, yet so insane.
learning to trust, trying to understand.
gaining hope while trying to stay afloat.
His joy comes with the morning in more ways than one.
where truth and flesh collide,
(in my heart) be glorified.
…and You cover me.
does anyone else get really bothered when a single person says “we’ll see ya”? i’m forced to imagine the person believing he or she has an imaginary posse. or something.