Tuesday, August 3, 2010
He's there, right?
He's there, right, when I feel like I cannot breathe and the wind is being knocked out of me. He's there, right, when I can't get my head above this water and I feel like I'm drowning. He's there, right, when all I see is 1000 steps in front of me and not just one single step. He's there, right, when I want to drown every single emotion in the tallest, frostiest and most delicious mocha frappe'. He's there, right? Really? For sure? But I can't see him, and most times I cannot feel him and my flesh will wonder if he even knows I'm alive and struggling right here, right now. In this very place where so many tears fall and I try to hide every emotion and feeling that I'm feeling. For sure, right? Definitely? You are here? Jesus, please, don't go.