state circle.

we are all in a perpetual state where we decline into a state where logic can't define.
moving head first down has never been any louder.
and we thought it sublime.

now think again.

Him and me.

i want to emulate Him. like how intricate He is in the details of existing me in His framework. to totally stand me must be pretty enduring that only He can stand and live with. in the people that He involves me in, that alone speaks alot about how much He still thinks of me being His advocate.

man is over the edge.
they can't determine their rights when its pretty much wrong.
if i look to them, i'll respond in disgust.
thats why i look to You.

i do think of my actions.
sometimes.

Jesus.

help me to look to You.
when nothing seems right.
out of place and sync,
its a norm to lose focus.
and place my ponders.
on what's expected.

help me lose my worries.
that i couldn't say its me.
but the difference made.
is Your play in my life.

so help me please.

none.

i'm tired.
what you want of me is not what i can live up to.
God help me.

for fun.

a field of crimson flowers.
a string of broken lies.
the pretty ones contented,
their tales we can't define.

so much has been a mystery.
conceived yet not precise.
thats how the story's ending.
so all would bid goodbye.

directed.

you thought you understand.
but you misunderstood.
for whose praises are you trying to garner?
why subject yourself to scrutiny and recognition?
why make people applaud and comment your posts?
or you seek console?
from the lament you told?

P.S: its directed at those who knew better.
stop seeking men's attention.
does it last?
beggars.

and i really don't give a damn as to who will read this.
coz they don't need to anyway.

salutations.

my monitor's screwed. everything isn't appearing the right color it is.
salutes to eight years of faithful service serving my sister and me.
literally.
we hoped you could last longer.

for every.

for every problem there's a solution.
for every mistake there's always a second chance.
for every hungry mouth there's always a bowl of soup.

for every tear that falls there's always a shoulder.
for every broken heart there's always open arms to embrace.
for every wounded knee there's always a bandage.

for every sorrow there's always comfort.
for every single one he's not alone.
for every sinner He died.