May angels lead you in

In his book Blue Like Jazz Donald Miller says "I believe the greatest trick of the devil is not to get us into some sort of evil but rather to have us wasting time."
I also believe that this is true. But I also believe that most of the time, "getting into some sort of evil" is the same as wasting time.

...More apologies. I wrote you more apologies tonight. You deserve to know that I am sorry. But I can't help but wonder if maybe you're better off not knowing. You deserve to know. But maybe it's too late. I dont know. I just know that I am sorry for hurting you. But its all in the past now.

Be Ok.

I believe in imperfection. I believe we are all flawed and make mistakes and we need to be saved, or rescued. Forgiven. Like by God, who ever or what ever he is. But what if I'm ok with being flawed? Maybe it doesnt bother me so much. I mean, I like the idea of being saved. But I dont mind being a little bit lost either. Maybe I'm saying that I dont mind having a human experience. I want to live it fully, vividly, in detail. Maybe finding my way to be rescued along the way. I think what I'm saying might go along the lines of realism? but I'm not going to define it. Its just words.

Forever on the dance floor

http://www.lemondrop.com/2009/07/24/-wedding-entrance-video-forever-ever/?icid=mainmaindl2link3http%3A%2F%2Fwww.lemondrop.com%2F2009%2F07%2F24%2F-wedding-entrance-video-forever-ever%2F

If God were a person I bet he would be a great hip hop dancer.

The room the sun and the sky

Is your favorite song still dont wait by dashboard confessional?
Because I can understand why you like it so much.
I really hope things go well with your new girl.
Obviously, she sees how sincere you are. Where as I couldnt see you at all.
She can see your humor and your sweetness. I bet she brings out the best in you.
We should all be with someone who brings out the best in us.

Living with plastic souls, We are backseat lovers jumping out the window

Sometimes pain is indescribable. It just hurts.
And its funny how people can talk so much about nothing, just to fill up empty space.
But I guess that makes it easier.

We used to stay up late talking, but that was a long time ago.
And you were the one who first told me about this. You are part of my story.

and we are broken.

Faith and desire and the swing of your hips

People are people.
We need eachother.
Giving up is not an option...
We'll get through these times.
I'll get better, I promise.

And God must be a pretty big fan of today. Because you keep waking up to it.

Just have faith.

The glass can be half empty or half full. Either way, it's still missing half.

sweetest downfalls

Remember when we would walk down the street durring rain storms, just for fun?
We would run around barefoot and the neighbors thought we were crazy.
When did we become so different? So cold. So indifferent. So bitter.

Remember when we listened to brittney spears songs in my kitchen. And we werent hungry for attention, because we had all we needed. But now its different. Damaged. I'm sorry.

We used to be bulletproof. But now I am fading.

Thank You.

My next door neighbor was in Iraq for a few months.
I wonder how many people say 'thank you' to him.
I wonder how it must feel to go to parties and have people make uncomfortable conversations with you about sports and weather. Why cant they just say thank you?

Its like forgetting the words to your favorite song

I'm losing everything. And its all in my head.
Its all going to be okay.

It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song
You can't believe it
You were always singing along
It was so easy and the words so sweet
You can't remember
You try to feel the beat